I can feel the hot steam
the unwanted touch of the
boiling lava
flowing through me
Anger I presume
No
Fury
the uncontrollable source of pain
tears, sorrow and violence
the only desire to wreak havoc
to spill blood
when even blood is not needed
NO
I don't want it
but I can't stop it
even the ones I love
are caught in this figure
of pain and harsh reality
alas my wall crumbles
and the only thing I feel
once the eyes clear
is sorrow