I do not know hate ,

for that implies emotion and I have none,

compassion , love , and friendship are alien concepts ,

these are for people like you,

and I have no use for them ,

you think you understand but you never will,

the primeval breath that sweeps your spirit,

I know all ,

your fears,

and hopes,

you will never know me ,

never understand the void in the soul ,

Its good to know fear ,

When to flee when to fight ,

run you can never hide ,

run ,

Play with the darkness , the solitude , the hoplessness ,

enjoy the contrived thrill the fear in your contained world ,

never let reality pierce ,

seek the careful thrill ,

for you are a coward ,

I have no use for collars , silly garments and empty words and gestures ,

I have no need of the company of others like me ,

I do not understand or appreciate or respect ,

power , beauty or wealth ,

These are earthly concepts of weak men whose lives are destroyed by a turn ,

A fragile existence they know nothing ,

All that matters is the tears in your eyes and your given spirit ,

But not for you ,

your fawning , feteing and posturing iritate ,

The peace of servitude will be denied you,