Combatant. Fights without fear or delay.
Always engaged, ready to break the peace.
A struggle without fighting, not worth it.
Release the anger, you will feel relieved.
Cause matters not when there are expressions.
No handcuffs for rage, leave the guilt aside.
Smacks and booms and cackles of mad laughter.
Your descriptive ear hears the destruction.
I want it all, I want it now. Be done.
The silent hush is the boiling pressure.
No indicators, no prior warning.
Quicker than a whistle, you will see truth.
By then it’s too late, he cares no longer.
Consequences, obstacles to feelings.
Love me not, forget me not. The Omen.
You were all warned. He was born a fighter.
You tied his hands, and thought he could be saved.
Ignorant fools. You know nothing of war.
A shock to the system that never leaves.
The circuits have been rewired at cost.
There is a worn path he rushes along.
Too quick to save the inferno he flashed.
At least the path within matches. Empty.
There was no alternative, wasn’t choice.
A collection of circumstances. Dead.