Hate runs through my veins
Despite my better thinking
It gets hotter with the pains
Feeling so cutthroat I'd behead a king
.
Like a spark to a dynamite
Wrath only asking for a bite
But I know it devours
With pain, what is mine is ours
.
So leave me the hell alone
While I burn in it
I'd break an oath, I'd break a bone
So I silence myself and drown in it
.
I feel my body and mind breaking
In different ways and places
So stop the damn talking
Before broken feelings turn to broken faces
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA collection of heartfelt poems. Homage to the english language that I love so much. There will be a wide variety of feelings expressed but I prefere them strong. Enjoy.
