Trembling Anger
With a strained hand I write these words,
Unable to comprehend what has just passed before me.
I can feel the anger boiling inside,
And the fire is being released with my hands as I smolder everything I touch.
Betrayal cant be so cleanly described as something done,
But feeling it is like being thrown into the pit of hell.
Where the Devil scorns you and doesnt even have a room for you-
Because some how youve become even more evil than the Devil can handle.
The burning of anger is something that licks your throat,
And just obliterates what ever you kept inside.
I want to explode whatever nuclear bomb is strongest,
And kill everyone in my path,
Because human life means nothing to me right now.
Maybe its with trembling anger that I write what I feel.
I cant hurt more than this.
Because the wave only comes ashore,
Knowing the sand is there to greet it.
The bird only flies because its wings are hollowed out.
You simply do not fly without the trust of your wings.
And for one whos wings are so fragile,
Never daring the fly,
Finally takes a leap and fails.
Whatever things Ive conquered,
This one is yet to leave my quiet solace.
That I am the wave that trembles in its shallows,
And never is sure the sand is there.
That doesnt believe the wings are hollowed out,
Ready to take the leap.
When the flashlight cant illuminate everything that sits in the dark.
Because many things sit in the dark,
And they all hurt the people who enter.
They hold the places for secrets unsaid, and people unknown.
I cant stand to be so scared of the things in the dark,
But now I know why.
Because the people I know sit in that dark,
Waiting to slash me and beat me.
I wont walk into this trap again.
So with trembling anger,
I float down into hell.
Where even the Devil doesnt wish to share my company.
Unable to comprehend what has just passed before me.
I can feel the anger boiling inside,
And the fire is being released with my hands as I smolder everything I touch.
Betrayal cant be so cleanly described as something done,
But feeling it is like being thrown into the pit of hell.
Where the Devil scorns you and doesnt even have a room for you-
Because some how youve become even more evil than the Devil can handle.
The burning of anger is something that licks your throat,
And just obliterates what ever you kept inside.
I want to explode whatever nuclear bomb is strongest,
And kill everyone in my path,
Because human life means nothing to me right now.
Maybe its with trembling anger that I write what I feel.
I cant hurt more than this.
Because the wave only comes ashore,
Knowing the sand is there to greet it.
The bird only flies because its wings are hollowed out.
You simply do not fly without the trust of your wings.
And for one whos wings are so fragile,
Never daring the fly,
Finally takes a leap and fails.
Whatever things Ive conquered,
This one is yet to leave my quiet solace.
That I am the wave that trembles in its shallows,
And never is sure the sand is there.
That doesnt believe the wings are hollowed out,
Ready to take the leap.
When the flashlight cant illuminate everything that sits in the dark.
Because many things sit in the dark,
And they all hurt the people who enter.
They hold the places for secrets unsaid, and people unknown.
I cant stand to be so scared of the things in the dark,
But now I know why.
Because the people I know sit in that dark,
Waiting to slash me and beat me.
I wont walk into this trap again.
So with trembling anger,
I float down into hell.
Where even the Devil doesnt wish to share my company.