Hatred

It is not but a combination of chemicals, reactions and interactions.

but no chemicals have done so much damage. 

no acid or toxic gas compares to the damage inflicted by hatred,

no chemical burn damages as much as the scarring of hatred. 

Hatred is a drug. Invoking pleasure in the user,

but permanently damaging them. 

Clouding their senses and judgement, 

and inflicting pain on those unfortunate to stumble into it's path. 

Hatred is an abyss of blackness, consuming whatever enters it.

Any spark of kindness is engulfed by the void of hatred,

only taken as an excuse for more hatred, more rancor.

Bitter is the taste of kindness in the pallet of hate. 

We see it as a nusiance,

a simple mosquito buzzing quietly in the night. 

But we can't see into the mosquito. 

We can't assume that the mosquito is harmless, 

because we won't find out that that mosquito was carrying malaria until it is too late.