RageofDarkness

They locked me down here in the darkness so long ago Yet still I see the stars. They dance on the ceiling like flames in the wild wind Yet there is no wind here. I think that the cruelest thing, showing me a shadow of what is I would not mind the dark so much I would not be in a constant rage I think I might have peace, were it not for the ceaseless reminder. I do not wish remember things that I have lost. I am angry at those stars for taunting me so. Do not seek to stir me from my grief, lest you stir my anger.