Why choose between the idols
of anger and shame?
That's just wishing
there's one of us to blame.
That's just wishing
for us to be the same.
Why do I want that?
I know to love, and my heart
needs and wants it,
but some parasite or poison I host
would rather hate hate with hate.
It doesn't add up,
and I know it,
but it sure as hell multiplies,
and I feel it.