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.
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