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Seven - Wrath

by alex-crilly-mckean

I watch as my world turns red, the price of withholding such rage. I let my anger burn until I am dead. Lay down in your silk white bed, time caresses then cripples with old age. I watch as my world turns red. Swallow the lies that I was fed, causing a wound that you cannot bandage. I let my anger burn until I am dead. You care little for those who have bled, satisfied with a kingdom left in carnage. I watch as my world turns red. Even after everything that was said, you still cling on to your false courage. I let my anger burn until I am dead. Still refusing to let your rotten skin shed, simply content in your tainted marriage. I watch as my world turns red, I let my anger burn until I am dead.
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Jun 28, 2012
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