Cauldron of Hate

Essence of anger drifts through the air,
like the aroma of some exotic elixir.
I reach for my neck as my throat grows tighter.
I choke on your words, you hypocrite liar.
"You're precious to me, I'll set you apart. Come with me, you'll see."
I did, now I'm fucked.
 
My thoughts lie here in squalor.
I'm disgustingly pained, sick through my guts.  
Turmoil strangles my thoughts into rage.
I hate what you've done, that you played me for dumb.
You looked right in my eyes and fucked me with lies.
 
My cauldron of hate boils over,
filled with forever unquenched desires.
Tarnished black by life's sick little twists.
Another reason why nobody gets in.
 
If I could kill you, I wouldn't.  
If I could hurt you, I wouldn't.
I can't play that game, revenge isn't for me.
I will forgive you later in time because I know...
the one behind the mask, the one that did this to me, was tainted like me from a life full of hell.