xXx...Deceptive Rage and Tattered Silence...xXx

Receptive emotions despise the enemy,
Their words filled with scarlet embers of hate,
Yet we feed on their criticism,
Like a newborn to mother's milk,
Needing it,
Longing for it,
It strengthens us,
For the weaker will fade,
Fade into darkened anger,
Engulfed by rages' fires,
But the silence,
So painful,
It lingers in the air,
Lurking with out casted fears,
It stings of realization,
And deceptive deceitful lies,
Smelt of dying passion,
And lost dreams,
Stricken with panicked tears of loneliness,
Of which the most embraceful hug cannot cure,
For words sleep unspoken,
Then die with secrets left to bury themselves in a tattered soul,
A soul beyond even God's repair,
Yet rage and silence dance,
The dance blissfully,
For they make up life,
Boring days endless would fill nothingness,
They make us think deeply,
They make us speak for tainted beliefes,
Beliefs that for no other reason would emerge,
Yet they also fight,
Causing battle wounds upon broken hearts,
Leaving lesser beings in emotionless dust,
These conflicting thoughts cause twisted minds,
Yet they make us wiser,
They also grind us through deepened cracks,
But how may they do both,
Only through a lifetime will all ideals make acknowledgable sense...