Passive Aggression

Date: 18.02.2008
Time: 11:55 a.m.

Glorious hurt, wreak havoc within me
Make me mute so that I can withstand
And not burst out screaming in protest;
Let the pain burn my bones
With none to witness the cremation.

Irony, bind the tongue with iron chains
That clatter discordantly with movement
And thus prevent the escape of sound,
Which is jarring to any ear it reaches;
Maligned and tortured into silence.

Blocked light that escapes and filters through
Transcending the realm of the dark —
A powerful domain of mighty black;
It shall be consumed with disdain
And shown its lowly place.

The stench of decay prolonged with pleasure
Trapped within thick stony walls
Bring about pronouncement of stagnation,
Marking it with unsounded echoes
As the ashes settle firmly on tainted ground.

End: 12:10 p.m.