Verily, the rage rises in me.

Each waking moment, a shallow reflection of my black heart.

My breath comes like a furious chainsaw, sawing my thoughts it two, like a low-budget David Copperfield.

Suddenly, I am gripped by volcanic anger,
my hate-filled synapses explode like firecrackers,

- bang
- crack
- bang

And as I lean into the abyss of Dante,
this gaping void of regret and inevitability,
I become one with my fears,

And all is nothing, and nothing is all.

Copyright 2004 - ReiToei Literary Trust.