Words...

I just wish
they would grasp
the intense
magnitude of wrath
and the variety
of the native to it feelings

Underestimated still,
forced to swim,
in a sea of fire,
to walk on ice,
to fly in the rain.

The flames licked the air
and my attenated breath
made sounds of faint pain
the storm rises instantly
madness becomes a boundary

Words
overcome by
angst and terror
feet and hands cold
the fever and sickness
of one mans soul
won't save the world this time

It wil simply kill him...