Rage

The anger that results from emptiness.

Rage


My life dwindles upon my every cold breath.
Crumbling to fragments in my very grip, are the rules I used to measure my worth.
An echo of my past stammers bits of faith,
While the roar of my future screams the silent comfort of death.
I'm suck with this death wish that I wish to explain to the page-
And the last drive of life in me; that is...rage.

Life chewed me up and spat me out like rotten nuts.
The past abandoned me, it couldn't handle my guts.
My future mocks me and the hope I've got.
I'm a refuse, no matter how much I seek, even death I find not.
So, I'm standing on the edge-
Of it all, with nothing but rage.

The base of my window of hope is pain.
I feel like the missing link to failures chain.
My world is disarrayed, the more pain I feel, the more pain I gain.
My life is a rollercoaster, and it keep driving me insane.
Life is a journey, the world a battle and I'm about to engage,
To walk the war, to unleash my rage.

I need an outlet for my rage.
Once I stood, my body a temple of God's, but now I'm a cage,
Keeping the pulse of pain and damage.
I try to elevate above this hold, but I'm it's stage.
I'm engrossed in rage.
Death pays for sin, but I'm waiting for death's wage.
I'm... I don't know what I am. But what I hold is rage.


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