The Helpless Hate

In the flames of helpless hate,

The heart is burning with an ignited rage

The senses of the man are its true victims to eat

And, it keeps tearing them down until it will be too late

It burns relations, houses and days of dates

It never serves and succors anyone, even the person himself with distaste 

Several sentiments of fire, desire, of love and fate,

But no sensation has ever beaten the man's soul better than the 'nemesis' hate

In the galaxies yet atrocious eyes, glowing like a moon painted with claret,

Running perpetually through every single vein,

Finally enclosing and filling the scorched heart with a catastrophic blaze

After the cessation of all rectitude and good things,

Still, in the flames of helpless hate 

The heart is burning with an ignited rage.