Anger

Anger

Hold of chainlink

Wrapped around the lengths of the body

Each vein, each slither of

Viscera burns incarnate with rage.

Nothing quite holds like the scorn

Of a boy forgotten,

Of a man trapped between limbo and reality

Never truly living

But just about alive

Ah, there it lies,

The burning tissue

The rage of a boy

A man

So lost he cannot see

The rays through the fog

But yet, try douse the flames

And they reach hights un-obtained by man,

Babbel reborn, the renaissance of man's rage,

Through one boy

Too scared to feel anything else