A little something I wrote this morning. I hope you enjoy it. (I was in a good mood, FYI, weird, I know…)
Rage rolls over the skies in tears and sinking lights
That spread from the heavens all the way to my soul.
Its frowns carry their rot folded into delights
Deep within my thoughts where they burn like hot coal
And feed on happiness and hope and my worth too.
Rage rolls over my flesh in twisting and folding
Terrible of your touch, your great voice of thunder
That burns of mock judgment those that lay under.
I yield, kneel, and bow to the pain never-ending,
To the bloated egos, and the righteous ado
Of the swarms that live in me and seldom relent
Their maddening chorus of songs and moans and screams
And often turn my eyes to those of a dement.
Rage rolls over the skies and twist over your face.
It boils of holy stink and rots within my dreams
Where it pulls mercilessly my skin out of place.