Rage

Rage,Technically speaking,I am sitting in a cosy armchair.I nearly killed somebody,Driving like a bullet,Cutting corners in a quest for stochastic punishment,Punishing myself for her sins,And I thought I was building Cathedrals,Amassed heaps of random dreams,And sexual desires,Self-pity dripping persistently,And constant fear of rejection,Were supposed to be formed in bricks,And laid in orderly fashion.Soldier of fortune … Read more