This rage grows inside of me
It will burn for eternity
I feel as if no other man on Earth
Can replace to me what was taken at birth
I sit on my throne with wishes of death,
Death for me and those who have crossed my path
I could take our lives with the little strength left
I could take our lives without remorse or regret
People wonder why this rage just grows,
I try to explain that not even I know
It can only grow with no boundaries,
This rage has sought and now has found me
I wake in the morning as if from a dream,
I shut my eyes and hear the scream
I warn those who enter to beware
I can't honestly promise I'll treat you fair
This rage eats and deteriorates my will,
My will to live and my will to feel
Just let me live and leave me be
This rage will burn for eternity
I certainly hope you don't turn into the Incredible Hulk. ;-)
And I hope that this is just an exercise in dark poetry. If it is really from your heart, you still have a lot of issues to iron out that hopefully poetry will help you do.
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And I hope that this is just an exercise in dark poetry. If it is really from your heart, you still have a lot of issues to iron out that hopefully poetry will help you do.
Ron