White-Hot

This should be a
Volcano of
White-hot anger
By now, after
All these years, all these
Times that I've looked into your eyes and
They were so
Closed, so
Closed.
This should be
An atomic bomb just
Ready to erupt, but…
Instead of leaving me, going
Outside, the anger just
Bleeds in
Deeper by now, it
Drains me and fills me up again, all the
Time, all the time, endless
Cycle, endless
Cycle of life, of
My life, of
My life.