you ask why you scream and wake up from dreams that are not of the kind you like

you ask what is this that you've lost the bliss that you once derived from life

i know the answer

you ask why the heck do we feel like wrecks

we walk around like hollow shapes

you've come to ask yourself "why do we raise this hell

why do i feel like i was raped"

i know the answer

it is anger that is burning you

it is burning you

it burns