All I have is an Overflowing cauldron. My rage knows no bounds. I refuse to put a Cork on it.
Too many times have I Let you walk over me. My love has become my Weakness.
Once I drowned in the pools Of my own sadness. Now I bask in the adrenaline of My rage. I succumb- To these thoughts of evil.
Regret knows me not. Forgiveness died in the War with my rage.
Surely but gladly, Your head I will lay down- On the softest of cotton. I will read scriptures for the Goodness there once was Of you.
Then Psalms will I say, In all my fury for you.
Your door I will close peacefully, As the second to last Of your chapter. I'll talk to your shiny black door, Then..... I'll lay you down in that which You came from. A thick brownish-red blanket Will give you warmth but Give you a taste of coldness.
I'll smile as if I know Not who the culprit is. Your chapter has ended. From above comes Crying.
Why weep for someone evil?
I walk away with nothing but an Abyss in my chest.