if you’re wondering

my head
is full of
a million
echoing voices
fury
and anger
and sorrow
and love
and compassion
and joy
and retribution
and vengance
and guilt
and pity
and remorse
and doubt
and bravado
and war
and peace
and god help us
the day the chorus of angels
unite in their loathing
and i am set on my merry way
a killer in the night
to take away everything you hold dear
and leave me naught
but a rusted shell
on the seashore