Abscond
Chapter III
Desolation of consistency The dreading delusion A wandering intellect Losing the contact Rage is emancipation From craven judgment Demise the respond Hitherto mind slipping Feelings grow apart From visions of grief To views of sadness The utter salvation My irritation now suppressed To calm my vehemence And reinstate in silence My rebirth forever lost Very thought of anger Not considered obligatory Toward me my mind Need not hate any longer Escape of resentment To the elemental depression Within my dismayed state Of understanding I am not
From Letras Mania