if I scream my rage at the heavens,
will a star burn brighter for it?
will the gods look below themselves,
and pity my mortality and the sincerity of my dismay?
when will the day come where my rage will age into oblivion,
and grow tired of the havoc it wreaks on my life?
why are my days so filled with despair and strife?
will the forces of nature see me for who I really am,
a man seeking the feeling of happiness?
all I can do is shout my wrath at the sky
and hope that when I lay my woes to rest and die,
that the vast nothingness of death will be kinder to me than life ever was