When the wind hollows out the depths of the trellis,
chills the flickering flame that asphyxiates from within.
When it numbs my heart.
Do you feel my pain?
Do you see my agony?

You who stabs and nurses,
Why do you do what you do?
some wounds never heal

And there they come again.
Bombardment
And then they ask again.
W
W
W
It is the frustration I feel,
It frightens me.

I don't need questions
I want answers

Deep within, Far beyond, where the omega resides,
It bristles and bares
Feel the torrents of mad boiling wrath threaten to spill out.
Spill out from where all trouble begins.
It is the begginning,
but never the end

I want to scream
I want to spill
where?
How?

who?

Not one.
Not yet.