One last look of disdain, for the one who dies in vain,
Masterful masters conspire all day,
Taking the soul of the one, ripped away.
One shining moon,
One burning son,
The fire and the light clash with the moon,
The bright and darkness combine into one,
When and why don’t matter,
For chaos has taken over.
One more chance,
One more failure,
Do something,
Before they destroy you.
Since when has dying been so bad?
Since this is the only life I have,
I look back at my fucked up dreams,
And realize there is only one,
Me.
One more look of pain, for the one who wields bane,
One broken heart,
One new feeling,
The certainty of death clouds all judgment,
But never really takes effect.
One time there is no words,
One fine day for birds,
Never again will the one thing change,
The target that I fail to hit is never in range.
One cause,
One fire,
One reaction,
One desire.
Rage now takes over as the one, who judges,
The masterful masters fail to comply,
To the one, who wishes me gone.
Failure to comply makes the one cry,
Sometimes so bad he’d wish he could die.
One final day of shame, for the one who plays the game,
Can’t admit what you don’t know,
Can’t know what you never experience.
Since when has happiness felt so bad?
For it’s the only feeling I’ve never had.
This time I know for sure who I am,
I am the one, Anger. |
Submission Name: One
