Dark Fury

the writing was there blatant, under each footstep not taken cringing beside each thought, left hanging like a rope pulled tight, dangling. the anger simmered on slow boil, seething sneaking behind the night shadows creeping. pressed down pushed back repressed until the army of words finally broke free fueled now by rage and anger unbounded, woe! to the victim that innocent heart unsuspecting death blow to all previous perceptions delusions maybe, love definitely fractured understanding dead, can we survive?