I feel the anger
Seething, threating
I feel the rage
rush over the edge
I scream without voice
I cry without tears
I bleed without blood
I cannot live with
this hatred deep inside me
much longer...
I pull the trigger...
a nothing of black darkness
fills me as a cold hug of death
sweeps me off my feet...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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