The anger within will corrupt all as the world spins and spins but I never move, The anger within holds my heart and soul for its keeping. Keeping me on a leash I slash and slash, and slash away at the corrupted dreams I have, always lurking and lurking, to find the way out, but always finding the wrong path. The path grows dark as the deception grows stronger. Still holding me by a tight leash to never be free, but to always ponder in what life I can have always hiding from the pain. Running from the memories.