Obstinate Hate

The feeling,
Rough like canvas underneath my fingertips,
A strong hate, resonating unrelenting like the
Deep blue of the ocean.

It’s the polar opposite of giddy,
a spectacular
Loathing for all of mankind
Inside its buildings of sin and blasphemy.

Pseudo-depressed teenagers skulk
Like the dead, pretend to be crazy for the sake of originality,
The domination of the denomination of their pop-culture
Cult.