bruised fists, tattered hearts, ringing ears, heavy breaths,
up against a wall, i'm sobbing, yet this anger that drowns my thoughts is bubbling,
sizzling, hot in my mind, coursing through my veins,
protruding like jagged shards in my sight.
pushed against the wall,
hands of another soul gripping my shoulders with unrequited ignorance,
i push the hooded face back, and the crowds applause is but another sound,
moulded into my silence dripping ears.
anger is but another emotion,
yet this animal instinct to completely destroy the fallen man before me is quite fresh,
addicting almost.
almost.
yet her face is like a haunting curse that looms when i shut my eyes,
i probably should stop,
but who is she to tell me anything,
yet. i stop.
- unrequited ignorance
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growing wings | Completed
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