Anger, Love.

We are still an angry

Love;

Our wrath still

Shakes the

Skies.

We turned a corner

Long ago, and we

Fell into

Hell.

The glass is still

Shattered, love.

The shards still

In our skin.

We rage in silence

Now;

We take our presence

From the

Blackened sun,

And pull our knives

From broken skin.

We are still an angry

Love.

We still want the

Passion

That we have.

But our purpose

Has been altered,

Love.

We no longer scream

And shout.

Our anger has

Focus now.

Our passion has

Clarity now.

We do not flail

At clouds and mist,

But rather strike

At the heart of the

Matter;

Where words and blades

Do most damage.

Memories are chains

And we wield them

As weapons,

Love.

Anger and pain.

We never forgive,

And we never forget.

And always the

Pain, love.

Always the pain.

And so we burn

In our love, and our

Hatred,

And we watch

The world turn.

And our anger

Watches those

Who wrong us.

We watch and

We wait, love.

We never forgive,

And we never forget.

Never.