Passion

The anger that courses through me,

threatens to unhinge me ,

the song impotently tries to placate me,

the people aggravate me,

the red that pounds breaks my head into black.

the futility of fight , the utter stupidness of “goodness”,

the adamant heads of the other side , the pain of tearing of the nurturers personality,

and the tigress turned mad.

the strength of the patriarch , turned into a crumbling supplicant.

the weave of webs tightening , the

the child’s harm , the scar of my mistake

the long past dreams turned into ogres of day,

the suffocation on my part , turns into the crimson that turns the house into a graveyard.