The Wolf Cried "boy" but Nobody Cared

A new era is near. 

A dark moment in time where kindness takes the backseat.

The heart is rocking back and forth in fetal position repeatedly whispering 

"Its gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay"

The brain is pulsating, projecting the sound of static.

Eyes raw and bloodshot, injured by deception.

Blinded by the pins that haven't fallen out.

Hot from the fury within.

Hands that have built shelters for people they once held dear.

Protecting them from the lemons being thrown at them by an unseen presence.

A violent presence that for some reason

keeps everyone alive.

Legs split open from the weights 

slammed onto shoulders that have shattered long ago.

Feet cold and shaking. Unable to go forward.

Blood seeps out every pore.

Boiling from the fury within.

Yet another step is taken.

Spectators reminiscing of the times things went their way 

and everything was right.

At least to their standards. 

Faceless people talking among themselves 

about every single imperfection.

They don't know the fury within is an inferno

caused by the hellfire they shot.

They blame the being, full of fury, for burning from the inside out.

Why should they take responsibility for pulling the trigger?

A new era is near.

A dark moment in time where kindness was thrown the backseat.

Nobody knows if kindness is still breathing.

But fury is in the front seat.

The heart pumps lava.

The brain steams from running on overdrive.

The sound of static getting louder and louder.

Eyes glowing red with anger.

Everyone in the field of vision is a adversary.

Hands shaking and clenching.

Nobody will be prepared for the absolute destruction

this damaged person is about to unleash.

Reclaiming my place on this planet.

Nobody will recognize me.

Which is ironic.

Because this is who they created.

And the turmoil, pain, and anger coming their way 

will be exactly what they deserve.