Looking at the sun
in the hammock of Milky Way
as my colours slowly change
into red from the grey.
Burning like the coal
slowly disintegrating into ashes
feeling heavier than the world
to the seas, the sky slowly crashes.
The son of fear is hate
it slowly creeps into my skin
I no longer understand
the power growing within.
Slowly, I feel it spread,
as through the city, I stride.
Feel the rush inside my veins,
feel the anger boiling inside.