Rage into the Dying of the Night
Caged before the visual of my whites
Rage into the Fire of the flames
Burnt with 360degrees of the inferno's heat
Rage into the Truth of the Darkness
Its like yeast it rises from the build up
of fear, afraid of what you can't see with
the bare eye
Rage into the Dying of the Light
No longer bright, only remainder is a
flicker, a glimmer, of a small shimmer
Rage fading into the Dying of the Night