CAMELOT FANTASIES

ANGRY TEARS

Tears are my anger, that I cry.
Better then, not to fight.
Where does it get you, to tear someone apart.
Instead give them, a piece ov your heart.
The Visions that I see, are amends to be.
My life intercedes, with the provisions ov hate.
My heart, luvs to be the referee.
Trying to end the misery, ov the irate.
Again humanity, wishes to hesitate.
Visions ov the mind, cascaded from a different sign.
Beautiful enough to blind, the creatures ov mankind.
Strength premieres, and rears its head.
When the hateful, comes to tread.
Visions ov mine succeed,when the good comes instead.

Thru tears ov my anger, my visions will exceed.