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Ciel Noir
Poems
1d
Rage
so much rage
and where does it go?
I hope I am aware
enough to know
I split it into pieces
like a prism
and then I sublimate it
like an exorcism
I do my war dance
and sing angry songs
my rage is not alone
if I sing along
I play like a warlord
and yell at the game
I get my revenge
and I give them the blame
always trying to pull
this venom from me
the dangerous monster
I'm afraid to be
the dangerous person
that I am
underneath
this soft faΓ§ade
that hides my teeth
defenselessness
that I pretend
afraid I will
offend my friends
afraid to hurt
afraid of pain
afraid of my own face
that's all the rage
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Ciel Noir
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