A chance to smile seems wasted –
What’s the use of trying to, if only bitter words are tasted.
My heart has died twice really-
What’s the use of trying to love if, if only fury lives in me clearly.
Death has a touch for such-
Where it’s about killing love slowly, and leaving me lonely.
Fury clouds rise within me-
It must be the devil’s upper hand, his hand over me.
Maybe God’s testing me.
Why does fury live within me?
Waiting for the rain to shower peace and linger longer- just to seep in deeper.
Just to- get rid of the Reaper.
Flames need to settle- and quiet the fury within.
Marked are your days, Love-
Hate, lust and jealousy- your brethren
Have come to win.