Furious

Fury is everything I touch.
Smothers reality, dreams and passion.
Not a propellant.
Bringing me from home to fake skies.

Then back to earth I plummet.
Fuck you, false, precarious banalities.
Fuck you love.
Fuck you tenderness.

Everything goes,
Anything goes,
Everything swells.
Swelling all over again.

Goes back and back,
Sin after sin after the time,
Sunshine, dead sunshine.
Hellish gash.

Come home once more,
Heal my soul.
Stay if you want,
Take off if you must.

So once more, reality overwhelms.
Once again, the very thing I thought pure, is useless.
Change I must, slowly but surely.
Change, change, change.

Who I am, I must be no more.
Who I'll be, must be no less.
Fuck the past.
Feel the present.

But then again, change is an impossible thing.
Reluctant, stubborn.
Here I am.
Here I'll be.

Until the day I die.