Hands trembling,

mind mushed with thoughts

rage hidden deep down inside

waiting to escape,

to be free,

to smell fesh air and

wrap its strings around throats of anger

suppressed so much,

I'm uses to my shadows nagging me,

used to them pulling my ear,

whispering cruel things,

ideas that have so much anxiousness,

expanding my consciousness within

their hands.

they're gripping my rage,

making it scream and squirm

it wants out.

byt they are causing more pain,

more suffering,

more fear.

fear of what I can do,

fear of what I'm hidding,

fear of what I want to do.

But I'll keep feeding my shadows,

until I let my rage loose,

until my bones break,

until my shadows loose humanity,

until they can't take no more.