I cannot remember, last
When without anger I’ve been
It’s who I am, who I’ve become

The bitter dust of crushed dreams
Seeps into every corner
Disappointed stares, in the mirror, and out

Damned that I’ve done, damned that I’ve not
Like a kettle on the boil far too long
Slowly eating itself once the water is gone

Tired and weary like vanquished’s breath
Listless anger still seeths within
Smiling through gritted teeth

Questions on questions
Piled high; unanswered, cry
Silent screams, silence screams

Nowhere to run, nowhere to turn
Inky depths beckon the mind
With a cold embrace, an embrace nonetheless

– Raziel

Hopefully makes sense.


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