Wrath

My ponderous struck core anticipated the revival of my rebirth Despair is a driven motive for the things I can not reach and a thought that often occurred Strung by the strings my raw emotion unveiled in a deep tone of red a melody so sweet It makes your heart want to unchain its center and reveal the perilous sincerity of isolated defeat The rhythm softens like the last sound from my heartbeat At the last moment, my hands move to create a subtle calligraphy