orochimaru

 

i notice hate harbouring up inside of me
and I want to catch it
and throw it
with all my strength

it festers
and conjures up echoes of words that should be forgotten
and images that should long have faded

it festers
like a curse mark
that gives unimaginable strength
but drains the soul in the process

 

 

Disclaimer: There's nothing wrong with me and I'm not filled with hate.

This post was written on the 10th of July after watching an episode of Naruto