When the rage within
boils and burns without
The flames of anger given fumes of hatred
...
The love that we felt
The hate that we had
Only you and I will ever know
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Path Of Destruction
When the rage within
boils and burns without
The flames of anger given fumes of hatred
Intoxicated vengeance blazes the heart
With thoughts flaring and heart racing
There is no respite from the discontent
Clenched fists and sweat on the brow
Facing a stone wall with eyes bloodshot
The poison in the veins runs so deep
The soul has frozen, numb the feelings get
Pricking and piercing every dream and hope
Broken peaces scattered inside out
There is a smirk on the lips a tear in the eye
When life is speeding on this destructive path
It is impossible to lie to one self, at the same time it is easiest to convince oneself that I am always right.
Is it just a coincidence that morning and mourning sound the same?
A person doesn't change at all You notice only the good things when you like them And you realise the bad things only when you start hating them
I still have that question why did that happen