If you think it's this rage

that makes me strong

you're no sage

because you're wrong.

This evil

only makes me feeble...

It's my desire

to warm her soul

with my hot fire

that fuels me. That's the role

I truly wished to obtain.

In there lies the strength that I gain.

Even if I can't be hers

she makes me dream...

Whenever I start writing a verse

brighter the world will seem

because, even if she's not the one for me, 
a sweet and dear muse she'll forever be.

So, I will channel this strength

to better myself. 

Ater all, it wasn't meant

to be kept in a shelf.

I don't know how my life will be tomorrow

and I don't know how it will be in six months

but I do know I want to live it without sorrow.

I want real life action! No more stunts...