Suddenly there’s some anger,
Maybe at myself for spending just a little 
Too much once again. 
Maybe just what made me fall off the waterfall.

What is wrong with you?
Some unnamed authority curses my name,
What makes you think you are ok?
Maybe there’e no hope for you.

Cruelty engrained upon your skin,
Embossing each movement with tension’s kiss,
Embodying fear and life itself 
In a handbasket of hell’s own making.

What’s the pain with no name
That creates a sizzling flame of anger and hate,
Fear of every moment that passes my lips,
As the dragon of reality breathes my touch.

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