Look,
a sin.
I know this all too well,
all this anger,
all this rage,
all this hate.
I know this sin of anger all too well.

I've been abandoned,
I know not wht to do.
Again I'm on a tightrope.
One way is shadow,
the other is light.

I can chose to drop again.
Or I can slip and fall,
one way or another.

But,
on this tight rope,
I can feel both of the sides.

I can feel the light,
it's too intesnse for me...
Too bright for my eyes,
it makes my skin burn in a way.

The darkness,
the one I grew used to,
it was so cool and comfortable there,
I didn't really leave it in the first place.
I want this crap to go away.
I want everything gone,
I want it all to disapear.

I wish to call upon the gods,
to declare war with them,
I want to release my rage upon them.

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