by Nick Gisburne
A bomb, a burst, convulsions, cracks, a shout
A shock, a surge, a pressure, waves of weight
Too volatile, too dangerous for doubt
Relentless, unimaginable hate
Emerging from the maelstrom you made
A shadow, at the surface of the storm
From decades of devotion, all betrayed
Distorted, dark emotions scream and swarm
Stay back. Stay safe, beyond the brink, the blast
Or feel the force of everything I do
There is no light, no future, present, past
Beyond a perfect point of hatred: you
Malevolence too deep to disengage
My life, my soul, my certainty, is rage
