Boiling Point

Hate me tirelessly and let your maleficence ooze its viscous form.
From the depths of a soul blacker than my skin you hate, hate.
Shun love. Shun peace. Shun warmth. They lie.
Nuzzle only that jagged, insatiable yearning for my sweet suffering. This will warm you.
Now watch the once-enlightened abandon you. Do not second guess.
This is you. Not a thing that you believe, not the product of your past.
This is you.

You are warm, now burn.
Burn me, I deserve it right?
Don’t answer that.
Burn them, you've come too far not to.