anger is a disease,

      one i have yet not been cured of.

and perhaps it's better this way,

       at least, i can feel something, if anything at all.

believe me when i say this,

        she isn't the cure.

she never was,

       she was the catalyst.

luring me to my destruction,

        yet i. i was reborn.

and the first breath i took,

       filled my lungs with water,

and my eyes with burning agony.

        but then,

perhaps it's better this way.

       to feel pain,

than nothing at all.

- better this way