The Song of Rage

Here is something I wrote last year, in a fit of anger. Anger at many things, all condensed into one fiery ball deep within me, that finally exploded at a single external spark. Thankfully, it didn't explode anywhere else, just inside me...

Here goes:

Oh what a night,
as the storm-cloud swell.
My future as black,
as the bottom of a well.

The one I loved, no longer could be mine.
The same old story, round the wheel of time.
And the ones I loved, I thought would help me through the storm.
Yet sinking in the midnight sea, alone I mourn.

Thinking back to the yesterdays, all the golden years.
Strangely thinking of happiness fills me with tears.
Miserable in my misery, in grief do I rage,
I'll burn every love book, every last page!

I'll kill and slaughter, be the devil incarnate.
I'll have no sons or daughters, I'll strangle my own fate.
I'll hit and roll, eat a witch n' a troll, There'll be darkness all around.
Be off with you gods, I said darkness all around...


...

You'll forsake me? Damn, i'll forsake you!
I'll torture myself with hot coals, do what you can do.

...

I don't give a shit, no not anymore,
Badmouth me, disown me, I'm not like before.
Yes it'll hurt me, bt I want it to hurt more.
Yes it'll burn my heart, so what, happened before.

...

I see lies now are, the way to be happy.
Try n' tell the truth, you'll find it's crappy.
Satan now rules, behold his domain.
And on crosses everywhere, behold cupids slain.

It's a dirty murky bloody world, compassion is dead.
Love lies swooning, bleeding the bed red.
And everytime somewhere, if a little love is born,
Hear the army of trolls, to stomp it out before morn.

And one day the last left angel, comes and says to me.
"Make peace, repent! Or you risk eternity."
"That I have already lost! Is this mockery?
I'll kill you too, leave, let me be!"

Still yet does the angel persist, wise and sage.
And I cannot control myself at this late stage.
She says love needs coming again in this dark age.
I shriek "Love no more!" and kill the angel in my rage...


...


For my sins, I want to burn i hell
And so after the murder, I drown the body in a well.
Oh what a night, as the storm-clouds swell.
And though madness overtakes me, I think perfectly well.

And then I dance around it, naked in the acid rain.
As my burnt skin melts, I revel in the pain.
Everytime it rains, I go and dace again.
Till no more flesh is left, just a few charred bones remain.