The Wrath Within

And so the self-pitiful interlude Exits, so I make way For myself, so charming and delightfully rude, Mesmerising you with every word I say. Although satisfying is the air I breathe, Yet as if it were a circle so vicious, That from within the body that of swagger reads, It reappears, and so the hiatus. Only this time it really burns And ruefulness turns into angst Louder the curses become and quicker it runs I take off. For now starts my quest. And so in pursuit of reasons, I cast My probing eyes on every soul And my windows show me that I’m not alone For all, a rage inside they hold. And for stars above have brighter shone, So it burns their soul Now I know why I’m not alone For all, a rage inside they hold.