Who Knows, Who Cares
Music blaring loud , covering the rage in my head.
The world is my enemy tonight.
Rain thrashing against the window, cold and hard.
Hoping it will cleanse my soul.
Knowing this is to be a vain hope.
Smoldering fire building down deep.
Hoping this is where it will keep.
Hidden away, never to be released.
A force to be reckoned with,
if the full force blows.
Must find som release, some sort of relief.
A scream in the dark
A shout to no one
A futile punch in the air.
Decide it will be better
to release than repress
Unleash the inner beast and shout
"To hell with the consequences."
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