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I take chaos, as it takes me.
I know people are terrified of the bomb… that is etched with anger waiting to explode.
This bomb resembles (me)
People watch the rage inside build up the loneliness, the heart break.. the depression.
Just watching me as I grow. The silence is breath taking.
I don’t know if I’ll come back.
I’m reaching and grasping for something that isn’t there.
All I can see is the red burning pain (my blood is rushing the fire is through my veins).
The anger is in the air.
There is now no one there, nothing just dust inside.
Its cold.
(I have disappeared)

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