I Know the Depths and I Reach for the Heights
Yes, I know hate.
Hate is sometimes all I have.
There is always a reason to Hate.
Always an evil that hurts and gets away.
A friend who has been wounded and unavenged.
I want to tear them down, the evildoers.
I wish to rip their vile hearts out and feast on them.
For it seems somewhat fitting for their end to be so.
But I also feel the love that comes with hate.
The pain I feel is matched for how I care for them.
The desire to comfort and heal, which always replaces
The wish to destroy.
And this puts us in the company of God Himself.
I know the depths and still reach for the heights.
No matter how far the sky may be from my hand.
Hurting is always so cheap when matched with the skill
To create from the ruins of destroyers.
Why should we always rage against the unfairness of
The world when we can reshape what is here in the
Image of what we wish it to be?
It's not too late to make right what has been wronged,
And that's how I wish to repair the harm that's done.
I'd much rather be known as a healer, a peacekeeper,
Then a destroyer.
And this is why I shall climb from the abyss
Back to the mountaintop.
Peace and love,
There are reasons I'm taking medication. They're called "other people." - Me, displaying my anti-social tendancies