Futility Won The War

The fury rages on inside my mind,
Replaying the moment in my head, a clip to cut,
The pressure welling up behind my eyes,
Fire cannot pass through these ambitious ducts.

The fury rages on inside my mind,
I would have minded a simple separation,
But that morning, she kissed me with black lips,
And told me she loved me, to taint immaculate words.

Replaying the moment in my head, a clip to cut,
It was all too sudden, too incomplete,
Such a false state of mind came crashing down,
Two moments, and the truth kills me in burning ice.

The pressure welling up behind my eyes,
Every time I feel so much surer,
And every time it is stricken away from me,
This agony sixfold begs me to end it.

Fire cannot pass through these ambitious ducts,
It can only spew forth through baleful yawp,
And I have no privacy, no oxygen to fan it,
So it takes on my body as kindling.