R|age
My rage isn’t meant for you
It’s for the dead children
The wars
The potential stripped away to pathetic bones
It’s for a love so gorgeous it takes the air from your lungs and burns acid in your skull when it’s taken from you
by cancer
by happenstance
by Fate
My rage is for this game, the unbending physics, the fact that we’re ants
So actually
Maybe
My rage is meant for you
Such grace
Such benevolence
A disease that eats away at the memories of our loved ones
A bountiful planet bound by prices
So actually
Maybe
Fuck you
For I will not learn the lesson
I will not accept your grace
Your own creation will choose hate
Like parent like child
For what you’ve wrought this place to be
Your rage must be for me