nobody murders
your rage but you
are you too weak
to kill it
true
maybe
for i see you
disguising it as
your source of
strength
a power
not for moving on but
for staying here to scorn
stay blind as
your world revolves
around you
never willing to
let it spin around
something or anything
that would surely create
a mutual source
of delight
you are lost of
awareness about it
you dont know
but you have just
given up a good
fight.