The Surface Anger

Autumn Leaves

To feel as emotions die

To see when the dark deceits your eyes

The create though creativity fails

To eliminate when the cry for mercy prevails



And the earth is ours, it's the emperors touch

We are the ones, the material gods

Love conquers all, still we underestimate

The embedded instincts that forever lie awake



Relentless when corroding the ties that bind

A slaved soul within a free state of mind

Domination, rationalistic philosophy

Is the direction of tragedy



I think therefor I am

But in heart as animal we still stand

Stimulate hate with a temper

That shadows the surface anger