The Fight for Fury
Forlorn or Furious: How shall I Choose?
Through frozen, scarlet-colored tides I tread,
ashes and grass crumbled beneath my feet.
Without him I know I am good as dead.
Embracing him makes living bittersweet.
The cataclysm has become my vice.
The wrath is but a drug within my veins,
yet I am bound by heart to pay the price,
or spend my days bound by these icy chains.
Forlorn or Furious: How shall I choose?
Regardless, I will spend my days alone.
When you have nothing left to give or lose;
who's heart remains to break except my own?
Anger at least can wear passion's disguise.
Sadness is not so simply humanized.
About the Creator
Lizzy Rose
I am a poet, fiction/fantasy writer, as well as a cosplayer and cover singer on Tiktok, Instagram and Youtube. You can find me elsewhere at the link below!
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