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When it comes it's like the wind, sometimes slow and calm Other times with violent force giving no warning My anger radiates like that inside out of my physical and mental self You think, you the receiver of my non discriminating anger bares you the cross... the sting of agony ... But I wear the suffering torment of my own unwelcomed affliction I am enraged like the heat of red the founder of chilled hearts My mind bends and bends with pain and misery that reaches the depth of me... That part of me, even I can't see I feel the wrath like ****** for fun Like the monsters that breath only to see blood I conquer this vacant passion, which I have not the strength to duel Beelzebub sits satified, nodding and smirking as my thoughts and words curse He's content with my blood that boils as he commands He waits for the person who will release what his soulless soul demands There's moments I feel my every vain full of fire, begging me to surrender and give in to Lucifer's desire But..... My HEART... It still beats and the only part of me untouched by darkness, provides me the vision of what makes me human It grants you.... Me... Mercy It allows me a breath As I become some what the me that I recognize... I am torn What was that rush How did I realize me I'll sink deep into my bed Inside my dark dark room and like a vampire I keep hidden... Not from the light, but from you, so the furies won't be tempted to use me like the instrument which beckons your cry at my whip I shall be me alone stable... Alone Harmless... Alone Protector of you... Protector of me... Alone Away from the feelings that suffocate my heart and blind my mind Away so I am me, sweet and loving, endlessly giving Alone... So I am not ALONE...
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
~ He Who Never Sleeps ~
When it comes it's like the wind, sometimes slow and calm Other times with violent force giving no warning My anger radiates like that inside out of my physical and mental self You think, you the receiver of my non discriminating anger bares you the cross... the sting of agony ... But I wear the suffering torment of my own unwelcomed affliction I am enraged like the heat of red the founder of chilled hearts My mind bends and bends with pain and misery that reaches the depth of me... That part of me, even I can't see I feel the wrath like ****** for fun Like the monsters that breath only to see blood I conquer this vacant passion, which I have not the strength to duel Beelzebub sits satified, nodding and smirking as my thoughts and words curse He's content with my blood that boils as he commands He waits for the person who will release what his soulless soul demands There's moments I feel my every vain full of fire, begging me to surrender and give in to Lucifer's desire But..... My HEART... It still beats and the only part of me untouched by darkness, provides me the vision of what makes me human It grants you.... Me... Mercy It allows me a breath As I become some what the me that I recognize... I am torn What was that rush How did I realize me I'll sink deep into my bed Inside my dark dark room and like a vampire I keep hidden... Not from the light, but from you, so the furies won't be tempted to use me like the instrument which beckons your cry at my whip I shall be me alone stable... Alone Harmless... Alone Protector of you... Protector of me... Alone Away from the feelings that suffocate my heart and blind my mind Away so I am me, sweet and loving, endlessly giving Alone... So I am not ALONE...
This is the part of me that gets blinded from real life. As if the world was against me. I know it not how things really are, but as much as I find myself alone in sadness, I'm also visited by this frustrating feeling that makes me feel like a monster.
#anger#pain#fight#weak#evil#rage#conquer#frustation#loniness
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
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