Rage....
burning brightly before me.
Hate....
caging the life within me.
Will I ever let go?

Confusion....
is clouding my vision.
Rejection....
defining my mission.
Why should I go on?

Love....
will I know you again?
Lust....
seems as close as I will get.
When will this fire die within me?

Pretext....
is telling this tale,
Context....
is selling this tale.
When will you ever wake the FUCK up?