Sparkatale

Enslavement

Entanglement

A pompous slur of emotions within

Glowing chains

Suffocating grips

Convulsing the furious rage through

Blackened light

Broken shadows

Shrouding the needless merit and hope

There’s a lesson to be learned

Through those mindless words

Anger is the fruitful poison

While tranquility is the antidote

You know…

We have all heard the story

Of the poison with no antidote

Thus everyone who takes it dies

Even those whom give it

Well…

This one has a solution

But no one has ever reached it

No one even knows it

Therefore…

It’s a weapon worth a thousand actions

A murder leaving no blood

So silence becomes a weapon

Noise is the shield

Anger, the gun

And the person well…

It’s the cure