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,
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.