I could not Fight my Grief

  So I  held my  wrath, starved for darkness ,
   My fury vindicated, so I craved for war
   I could taste the urge of my irony,
the suffrage of my scars ,
  
The open submission, was a pale reality.
    Was this my execution? Was I the bear of my chaos?
     The weight of my pain, was measured by scorn .