I really think the Choir of Hellsong is Hate. No other emotion for me summons such a need to express itself, that tempts me past my control to the point where a scream wells up within me till breaking. No other emotion invites me to write, to compose, to vomit onto paper all the yuck inside of me.
Hate really is a nasty thing.
Anger. Anger can be a result of fear, right?
But hate is different. It's not at all the opposite of love. That's apathy. The opposite of like isn't 'dislike', it's indifference.
Hate is the Choir of Hellsong.
It's quenches joy, it limits the boundaries of patience, peace, and rest. It doesn't allow you any outlets that are not harmful, but requires so much pain and heartache and irritation to maintain.
Yet it holds on, and you can't let it go because bitterness is at the root and it's a very strong root. Of course pride is manifested as well but for some reason it's really not the pride that scares me.
Hate has its own grief.
Causes its own grief.
And at the same time it feeds on it, growing bigger, larger, stronger until the wolf inside nearly consumes you.
And then when everything good has been eaten, apathy sets in.
That pit is impossible to get out of.
The Choir of Hellsong is Hate.
--MovingGirl
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