IceWuulf

If you live with an angry man in your house,
You’ll always live with an angry man in your house.
You can change cities, swap the furniture,
scrub the walls and wash the windows —
He’ll be there.
He’ll live in your eyes, 
A glint of hatred too stubborn to leave.
On your lips, 
A subtle whisper of cruelty marked on the soft skin.
Balled up in your fists, 
A growing ember of viciousness bursting at the seams.
He’ll live on in you — but he is not you.
The cycle can end with you.