Rage

There stood she in darkness

Wondering about her madness

With knives in her hand

And bullets in her head

There stood she motionless

Thinking about her desperateness

Provoked by all the thugs that murdered her sleep

Peeping through the blanket of darkness in the blackest smoke of hell

She turns to the devil

Disturbed by his evil,

Which scratched her mind

And made her blind

There stood she miserably ill

With melancholy and agony driving to the hill

She climbed bitterly to top of the battlements

With her blackened ideas criticizing her accomplishments

She sank in her miserable thoughts

And suicide was the only way out…