In the caverns where shadows dwell,
A seed of hatred quietly grows,
Its tendrils grasp, its whispers swell,
And poison every thought it knows.

Once a spark, now a blazing fire,
It scorches hope, it blinds the sight,
A heart consumed by fierce desire,
Turns day to endless, vengeful night.

In darkened corners of the mind,
Where wounds remain and fester still,
The ghosts of past torment are blind,
Yet drive the heart to bend its will.

Revenge, a bitter, hollow drink,
That soothes the wound but scars the soul,
It steals the peace, it makes you sink,
And leaves behind a shattered goal.

For in the mirror’s cruel reflection,
Hatred breeds a vicious chain,
And vengeance, with its cold perfection,
Can never heal or end the pain.