Contemptuous rage grows in my soul, welcoming hate to take control, and breaking apart my peaceful mould.
Fueled with animosity, brimming with ferocity, these feelings that were taught to me, to flee, instead are embraced wholeheartedly as muscles shake and ache with tension, punches fly without retention, as knuckles bleed unwrapped with rags, by repeatedly beating this punching bag.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
Contemptuous rage grows in my soul, welcoming hate to take control, and breaking apart my peaceful mould.
Fueled with animosity, brimming with ferocity, these feelings that were taught to me, to flee, instead are embraced wholeheartedly as muscles shake and ache with tension, punches fly without retention, as knuckles bleed unwrapped with rags, by repeatedly beating this punching bag.
