Let the rising,
Rip through you,
Feel the ecstasy of the metal,
Let the pure loathing roll through you,
Try to look fierce,
And promptly trip over your own feet.
Focus on the anger,
The dark metal pounding through your head,
Lose yourself in the ecstasy
Of the ANGER,
Let the singer's pain drown your own.
Close your eyes,
Feel the pain of the betrayal,
Let the melancholy cords
pull you down
into the feeling of defeat.
Fan the flames of your hate higher,
And plan your revenge.
March 6, 2015
2nd place Love por Hate pick a subject #2
Copyright © Amelia Harmon | Year Posted 2015