Blind red rage

[Camy]

Blind red rage fills me this morning,

I’m angry at pain, at anger itself

Who has the right to tell me I’m wrong;

For saying I love you, for loving you this way

Black thoughts and blades tell me I’m falling

Rivulets of blood don’t ease anymore

Rip strips from heaven for its pious blind nature

I’m human, I breathe, so what if I’m gay?

5th September 2006