Strife edging the good out everyone surrounding you
Yelling at the top of your lungs looking for a fight
Triggers surmount all the good that once embodied too
Anger erupting to fisticuffs and murder
Seeing red increased the dead that felt right
Infused with blinding hate brewing for far too long
Wanting to diffuse the situation
Not having a clue
On how to make things better
All that is evident is dread
Tired of seeing your cold dark eyes
Where once held kindness
~Divine