An raged enhanced beyond measure, beyond understanding, beyond belief.
An non-comprehended posture, an unknown agenda. One minute your purpose is known the next- lost in rage & flames.
Whom would comprehend such measures beyond belief, whom would support such beautiful atrocities beyond reach?
When engulfed with rage- solely does one see the light. Though it may be a dim light, a light is seen. Thy focus is keen, thy focus is unseen, thy emotional attachment is never one to take as an confirmed homicide scene.
For to come within reach is a moment of pure positive existence, yet the soul refuses to let you linger yet. I am an untamed monster, my existence is set. Could you handle the present being, and the persona you have not met?
I trust my own instincts to the very core, for they are the only reason that I have surpassed- yet my persona yearns for something more.
An feeling that I should experience, a feeling that goes against my rebellious being, but yet the calmness that reaches me via a sole path of peacefulness & relaxation. An mirage of hope, or an misconstrued path? Oh the invigorating frustration.
Upon awakening, I realize a feeling that is unknown, a feeling not understood, a feeling misinterpreted, then I realize- feeling...
"Let my rage be known, let me go beyond my ceiling- for no barrier may contain me. For I will be shown. I will be me forevermore!"