All this anger welling up inside, nowhere for it to go. Why is it that what I think & feel means nothing? What I want, is never to come to pass. Harboring this growing vat of hate. Boiling hot, scalding me inside. A scathing distaste for those who, caused the hate to start. Where do I turn? Who is there for ME? I yearn to strike out viciously at those responsible. Knowing that I can not allow that to come to pass. It would destroy a part of me, to hurt them as they have hurt me. I could never get out from under my own guilt. The darkness swallows me a piece at a time. I am slowly disappearing, to vanish without a trace. Some, I fear, I can never forgive for what they have done. For what they have driven me to become. For what they have driven me to do. Anger searing my heart, turning the outside black. Under the blackened crust is raw and wounded flesh. Injuries that never seem to heal. Hollow where the pieces were ripped away. Those spots may never heal, leaving an empty space to harbor hate. Hollowed out and so alone, the darkness beckons. I look inside, I see something so bright, crying out to be shared. The love that I have still remains, in spite of the hate. The burning fire of pain and anger can not touch it. Yet I look upon the day with such indifference. The beauty of Life is becoming lost to me. Each new day is no different than the last. Time passes by and it doesn't heal the pain. I stand alone, hollowed and cold. I have lost someone that I held so dear. Fate has lost to Chronos, that master of Time. His victory song rebounds inside my head. The tempo echoes the beating of my damaged heart. I am tired, I yearn to rest. But peace will never come. Chronos has seen to that. I am powerless to change that fact.