the awful touch of the devil in every cell The face of hatred was like watching my face smeared with the blood of my own slaughtered self Did I kill me to bring out so much hate? I had blood all over me and it felt like I was tasting my own blood and trying to enjoy it. Hate brought out the perfect definition of ugliness as I gazed at my own reflection Can one kill oneself repeatedly? That's what I did when hatred seeped deep into my system. I was a lifeless corpse of love killed mercilessly by the demon termed hate. The night is dark so is our thoughts 💠Collsb on this Prompt and write dark thoughts about how hatred felt like. Font - Garamond (10) Must use #schatred to let us discover your tales 🎃 #spookiansclub #yqsc #3amthoughts #darkthoughts #hatred #YourQuoteAndMine