Sitting with bunched fists
Enraged with anger
With nowhere to send it
No one is to blame
I'm the fool, just me
For letting things hurt
I look into the darkness for answers
Nothing dwells there
Maybe shifting shadows
Morphing into mocking faces
Blood pumps past my eyes
I see red, I see red, I see red
Pull up my hood, block out sounds!
Turn away, stop looking...
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