This Rage

im lost in this rage, im stuck in this cage.

Bitter remorse, I feel caught.

I'm locked in this cage.

I stuck in this rage.

I have no one to wait out on me.

I feel the Earth, it shatters.

It's breaking out from under me.

I see the light, but no one's there. No darkness, it's too bright. I can see the light. I see the light.

I see it...it's after me. It wants my flesh.

It's feast of death.

I can't feel the Earth, it's gone.

Much too long.

My heartbeat quickens, there's just no hope.

The world is lost, I feel the rain. It rains and rains, but no one's there. I feel the drops of acid cold and no one's there to claim me.

No one wants me.

I have this thing, it's in my arms, it sparkles bright.

These people want it. They will fight.

They will claim it, just not I.

I was not meant for love, no hope to see.

What kind of burden was I?

If no one came to claim me.

Reviews

[Dan Bullock]

I saw something the other day, about someone not being claimed and still trying to handle it. I think it should be approached as...their loss...despite anything else you might feel...good luck :)