can't

and what do you do when rage does not subside? after the tears flow, and the body writhes, where do you go from here? rage still clinging, lingering in your bones. heavy heavy sighs. trying to push it out, expel it from your lungs. all you can do is create. everything i have ever touched has been born out of hatred. it leaves destruction in its wake. me, spread thin, shaking and exhausted. there is no creation without destruction. simply to destroy is rather boring. nothing fulfilling comes. yet there is nothing fulfilling here. Just some words that have no meaning and will eventually fade and die.