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Pheonix drake Jan 2016
Tragedies that make your throat raw
Injustice that sets the body aflame
Pain that bares fangs and brittles hearts
Blind rage that consumes the soul in a deafening roar
Lust that desires only the satisfaction of flowing crimson
Ugly beasts that corrupt and destroy
sheltering inside our beautiful darkness
Our passion for vengeance
And the tragedy it breeds
new thoughts
bounce around my mind
as fireflies did
when I used to lie awake
the sky-light opening
the star-light showing
and ice-wind blowing
as I took a breath
and believed all was right.

— The End —