Emotions

Sorrow, Frustration, Isolation...
Revenge
builds within me.

There are people who
made me who I am.
They try to rip me from my happiness.

My eyes are red everyday,
I cry everyday,
I think about what happened in the
PAST
and what is happening NOW everyday.

I might as well be dead
with a black crow or even raven
sitting on my gravestone,
but I will not rest in peace.
The sigh of murder and death.

They say:
"the eyes are windows to your soul."
My soul is clouded with fog.
This fog is my revenge.

I silently wait for the
Sorrow, Frustration, Isolation... Revenge
of my day to come.

My tears shatter
as they hit Hell
while I see what comes before me.