When a scream can no longer define the rage.
When words can no longer tell the story.
When all has failed to become prosperous
and the things one sought now become
surreal and unreachable.
When the time that once gave peace now
gives turmoil and discontentment.
When every last breath is held back
that one may not breath forth the fire
burning inside.
When the only images one sees are covered in red
and the red will fade no more.
When the rage inside becomes overwhelming.
When the blood boils and the calm has gone.
Then and only then may you understand what
torment is.
Then and only then may you see what it is
to be me.
