I try to keep up this reserved facade,
Keep pushing, pushing it down,
Hiding it in arcane places withing my soul.
Only so much can be kept hidden by this battered body,
Cracks in the walls of my essence appear, deepen, broaden and explode.
Leaving this frail withered creature surrounded by demons.
Rip, tear, shredding,
These exposed lies and faults claw at me..gashing and lacerating whats left,
Nothing likes being suppressed.
This anger consumes the soul,
Fire erupts, billowing corrupt fumes of agony and hopelessness everywhere.
The corpse lays there, burnt, in the dust.
This life is not what I want it to be...
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