An angry man in an angry home
An angry room to its angry bone
A flickering heart to obliterate the man
Who doesn't understand he doesn't understand
So blinded by the craze
Any sign of light is bait
In a sunken room of rage
And hollows for a heart cage
You have hammers for hands
And half an angry man's brain
Who doesn't understand he doesn't understand
Who doesn't understand he doesn't understand
His depressed wife in a depressing strife
A depressed room to its depressing shelf life
A flickering hurt to obliterate her
Who doesn't understand she doesn't understand
So blinded by the craze
Any sign of light is bait
In a sunken room of decay
And hollows for a heart cage
I have blood on my hands
And half an angry man's brain
Who doesn't understand she doesn't understand
Who doesn't understand he (she) doesn't understand
Who doesn't understand he (she) doesn't understand
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Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
