I know everything will go well
As my hope never fails me
But I've been through aches lately
And somehow,
There is comfort when I'm angry.
I want to crack their neck
I want to see their blood
I want to set them on fire
And beg for their life.
I was living, they killed
And here I am dead
Just laying in bed
Banging my head.
It's more easy to surrender
Than finding the freedom
As forgiving is just a lie
Not existing in my time.
No one is around
When it is dark
So compose your self up
Be ready for their shout.
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Cheerless Poetry
الشعرCheerless I understand that there are works more beautiful than mine but still, dont copy. Thank you.❤ [20]
