• Is like a black rose amongst a field of red roses
    It represents death and misfortune but still it is beautiful and must be picked
    Hate is the one that’s just out of place.

    It comes from the corner of our heart
    Bursting out like a shotgun, harming everyone in its path
    Hate is the gun I want locked up forever.

    It tastes like you ate a bar of mud
    Leaving you feeling dirty
    Hate is my mud pit that I can never leave.