Repressed Rage

I am feeling a strange sensation
trying to know the consternation
Everything is obscure
no more peace
I am a sinner from the depth of this life
waiting for what I cannot satisfy
The moment when
the road bends
I am tormented, grinded down
from every changes, I am no more bound
Is this my real essence
or my fake absence?
The point is the past, strange sensations
distress my soul. Repressed rage
waiting for
starting again to be the Lord.
A terrifying cold return me the will to start again
I am what I was supposed to be.
I will rebirth from the Labyrinth of my brain
I am hearing his screams.
I am a sinner from the depth of this life
The moment when the road bends
Destiny’s invisible hand
Moving pieces on a chessboard.
The last breathe of a creature
in the futility of light
In the end, we are never truly ready,
When it strikes.