The Helpless Hate

In the flames of helpless hate,

The heart is burning with an ignited rage.....

The senses of men have been its true victims to eat,

And, it keeps tearing them down until it gets too late.....

It burns relations, houses and days of sacred 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 men's soul better than the 'nemesis' hate.....

In the galaxical 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.