It boils, it swirls,
Flooding the dissident waters with wave.
Foam crushed beneath emotion,
Anger injected into my world,
The colors meshed like red and purplish jade.
It bubbles, it steams,
Pooling into succeeding tides.
Drenched with draughts of rage,
Creeping into all of my dreams,
Like turbulent answers in serenade.
It settles, it cools
Flattened by settling rains
Left empty like the riptide gone out,
I am left here as your tool,
A discarded hull of pain.