River of Rage
born in a river of rage...swimming in its bloody waters at a young age
the sun rises on another dark day...still i die a little slower in that river of rage
like volcanic lava in a firey stream...burned to a crisp are my thoughts,hopes,and dreams
screams turn to silence and get lost in the smoke...hope chokes and happy turns sad
i roast in the homocidal haze floating down stream in that river of rage
i hit the bottom like a 2 ton stone...born to ramble and bound to roam
saturated and surrounded still i'm all alone
nowhere is my home as i swim to the surface...the heat's gettin hotter and my brain is gettin nervous
still i wanna be of service to fulfill a delusional destiny
i wanna be free but i can't break loose from this angry rusted cage
dying and going deeper in that river of rage
somewhere near the finish the day gets diminished and the sun is going down
soon a blood red moon will take the stage
i hear wicked wolves howling and predators keep prowling
me,i keep drowning in desires that keep my soul drained
another neverending night trying to stay alive in that river of rage
anthony_beesley@yahoo.com
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2010
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