The Implosion

A word, A phrase,
A look, A gaze
Begins to darken
The blood-tinted haze,
All logic to burn,
All reason to raze.

This fog alone, locked inside a cage,
Building up rattling, for almost an age.
Part of the sentience thinking of flight,
Wanting to run, turn up a new page.
Part of the sentience wanting to fight,
Set free the built up years of rage.

If the sentience you start to suppress
Then your weak feeble brain rage starts to oppress,
You can hold it in, your voice gone muted,
But, your brain, the anger will always caress.
You can let it all out, go do something stupid,
As your brain, the anger will slowly possess.

So there you stand, a crossroad decision.
A moment of quiet, a peaceful delusion.
At work, the shops, the school, the park,
In the car or watching the television,
The world around you begins to go dark,
Your mind and heart, begins the implosion.