My blood boils at the sight of you
I am seething with this turbulent anger
That wasn't forecasted by anyone else in the room
I know you don't know how, but you've pushed me past the edge
There were warning signs of the impending danger
Yet it did not stop the disaster waiting to unfold
The destruction you've created was enough for me
To use it as fuel to keep the slow burning inside my heart
You've colored me to become someone I'm not
A person whose mind is filled with twisted thoughts
Waiting for someone to pull the trigger
And shake the hidden beast out of this human body
YOU ARE READING
Nodus Tollens
Poetrynodus tollens n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn't make sense to you anymore. (dictionary of obscure sorrows)
