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.