Venom in my veins

its at the night when it rushes its at night when it comes when my hatred flushes upon the past that crashes i can feel it deep in my veins like a knife ready to open lanes i can feel it growing deep in my soul if I have one, but its starting to mold it burns, and it burns soo deep cremating the will that once had some grip it engulfs me in such a state that the weight is so steep, i can't fight, and it turns me weak.