Blinding Ragewe've been lost at sea for 20 days now
light brights up the night, my starving guts growl.
i'm stranded on a ship of glass, which day will be my last? i toss and turn in my bed.
an angel was lowered down from the clouds with pink wings and legs like a grasshopper; sixteen eyes in her head, trembling, screaming in a dead language. the captain locked the angel in a cage,
then lightning crushed his skull with blinding rage.
one by one the crew fell sick with illness, while the angel was locked in imprisonment, my skin turned translucent, everyone could see my organs trembling like the gears of a clock. the first mate whose guts where stung with hunger tried one night to kill the strange angel, he turned into a hawk, with wings that peeled right off. we could not stand the sight of his crippled state, so we threw him overboard with blinding rage.