Cheers To My Rage
Barbed wire,
strapped round my organs,
tighten,
when I look in your eyes.
The blood pours inside of me,
so you can't see it.
I pray for holy water,
convince them to take me to it,
for you can't come,
or set foot,
in my haven,
if you think the place itself,
is vile.
So take me home! Take me home!
The place that I was promised, before
you all turned on me,
I truly thought,
you thought higher of me.
Feel my rage,
as I burn your home,
to the ground,
for intruding on mine.
What is the use,
in negotiating with a broken record?
I thought you knew me better,
I thought you all cherished me more,
than to leave my broken body at the bottom of the chasm,
after you pushed me.
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