|Current mood:|| numb|
|Current music:||Bleed ~ Angel Dust|
Reeaaalllly bad poem...
An inferno roils in my head.
Black waves of hatred.
Why must I always do as you say?
Things must always go your way.
The rage within my soul begs for release.
But if I give in you may need the police.
Lock away anything sharp,
Or someone may leave in a body bag or tarp.
No matter the emotions, they always come on strong,
Even if everyone else considers them wrong.
Rage, hatred, pain, love, unease, frustration,
Those emotions and a lack of control are a bad combination.
But even a strong will can sometimes be broken
If stretched too far, by careless words spoken.
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