Wrath

Wrath

Wrath is an emotion I rather avoid at all costs.
Wrath is the downfall of my gift.
Wrath is the death of my remaining humanity.

Wrath is the poison of my mind.
Wrath is the cloud in my eyes.
Wrath is the will behind my fists.

Wrath is the voice of my screams like a beast enraged.
Wrath is the force beneath my feet.
Wrath is the ache of my soul.

Wrath,I rather not will it within.
Wrath,I rather not listen to its words.
Wrath,I rather not obey its commands.

Wrath,I rather not speak when it seeps into my chords.
Wrath,I rather not use it as my purpose.
Wrath,I rather not see through its eyes.

Wrath is the reason I simply silence myself.
Wrath is the reason I control myself.
Wrath is the reason I wish it all to end.

Wrath is the reason I thought it was different.
Wrath is the reason I don't want to walk just yet.
Wrath is the reason I am patient for as long as I can.

Wrath is the thing that in end makes me leave all to their demise.
Wrath is the thing that lets me see behind the lies.
Wrath is the thing that whispers to me in solitude.

Wrath is the thing that calls my name constantly when all turns cold and dull.
Wrath is the thing that fills my innards with toxins of memories and present events.
Wrath is the thing that makes the few shed tears in life sting like a viper's fangs as they trail down.