hatred

can you make it out? simmer. like an impossibly low bass.simmer.  a ship from hell cruising through your soul's realms. simmer.  haven't sensed it for a while. it's been simmering the whole time though. simmer. such a force of nature. love they call it.simmer.  hatred they call me. she's on the brink of change. turning into a sour version of herself. it's been simmering for a while. they can make out the battered sails in the distance. simmer. we know who's there. waiting behind the black door. a shade.simmer. your love.