Justin Fedirko


Liquid Pain

Darkness falls upon your door,
A blanket of anger from roof to floor,
Slowly, but surely, it takes your life,
Cuts passion, desire, like the blade of a knife
Sucking the warmth and glow from your soul,
Leaving you empty like an endless hole
Fighting and Violence becomes a constant guest
As visible as blood on your victim’s vest
The night before a total haze,

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