just a short poem No solid rhyme scheme (that was done on purpose) give me some feedback.
|From what does my swelling rage spawn from?
From actions in my past?
Or from memories of misery passed?
From the things that i have done?
Or from the things that i never did?
From the demons that hide in my twisted soul?
From the evil that i fight with, blow for blow?
My lack of purity,
the corruption within?
Does any of it matter in the end?