DeadDuck

Becoming Hostile

Thy own animosity
Over beauty, it takes gibbosity

You\'re alone in your rancor
It keeps you in the same place, like an anchor

So easily, you grow livid
It\'s your attempt to make something vague, into something vivid

It\'s our natural attempt to make sense of something we don\'t even know
If we don\'t clench upon our anger, the gifts in life, forces of nature, unto you they will bestow.