The Fault in Our Stars

Winds of wrath 
strangle thoughtfulness,
pure hate courses
through veins that 
suffer after effects,

like coming down from
raging high peak to
shallow heavy waters,
mind engulfed in anger
wrath upon darkness,
finding satisfaction in 
cold words and 
the swinging of an ax,
finding sorrowful 
calm in blood let loose,
relishing pain found in
the fault in our stars.