Wish for death

My anger,
Burns me alive,
Deep within me it is slowly breaking me apart,
And breaking my ties as well,
It takes myself far from my zen,
Sometimes it is worst of all vice,
Loosing myself,
I get lost in my own anger,
I become neither communicable or sensible,
But ego,
My word it reduces one close to sand,
I wish i was mad,
Because it is sad,
When one takes depression for confusion.

Double_O Franklyne.