Twisted tendrils of bitter hate
Grasp at souls who realize too late
The price they pay for anger fed
As they open old wounds that bled
Their bitter poison from their hearts
And shot to others like dark darts.
Piercing flesh and bone alike
And cutting deep, a bitter spike
Of pain that tears at wounded pride
That once had lived, and now has died.
A fatal blow, friendship broken
Speaks a story never spoken.
What once was, and never again
Was played before, bitter amen.