The Rage of all Souls Peaceful

How ironic.

The tears make my eyes sting
Luckily those are not my tears
The distorted face of the human that hangs before me
Staring me in the eyes
A peaceful stare
A proud stare

it rebounds my disposition
and I suddenly am filled with hatred
Not at myself
But the silhouette behind me
The one on the floor
The shadow

It's a living example of the past
I refuse to look at it
I cannot get away from it
It will not leave me

Peaceful souls never did this to me
But there rage is absurd
Directed at absolutely nothing
Destroying, burning, raping
Every single thing I once knew

And it does not stop until I am but a shell
But it makes me more powerful
And I won't let it stop until I am society
And I won't let it stop until I am it's body
Its brain
And its hands