Tonight my anger compels me
My wrath drives thee
For i am so tired and weary
And sick of all the angst that goes between we
So I write something pure
In the darkest soul that I refuse to cure
I will lay in bed with my content lacking fewer
Company then if your sheets were newer
My anger rages like the outside storm
Whilst deep within There is lightning in my north
And as I wish I never knew a home
I would miss not what is behind that was once forth
So lay with me tonight dear reader
Let us be alone together
Because I need company as tonight I become a pleader
And we could dream our words and make a new language forever
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