Manic Rage

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Butterflies lick the salt from open wounds As White noise collects the dust From the darkest corners of my mind Time stands still As the world turns red Fire builds between my eyes I can feel it coming The sky turns black Storm clouds build ...

Butterflies lick the salt from open wounds

As White noise collects the dust

From the darkest corners of my mind

Time stands still

As the world turns red

Fire builds between my eyes

I can feel it coming

The sky turns black

Storm clouds build

Magnetic pull of fury

How good it tastes

Sweet poison of soul

Destructive and hypnotic

Sucking me down into the abyss

Poor use of power

Anger for its own sake

My heart pounds

My body shakes

Resisting urges

That would break me.

 

 

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