anger...hate...distortion
I wish to convey
but these chains of metal
bar me from my emotions
Blood like the ocean
so open and flowing
from a sacrificial vein
I only wish for pain
How else can I be free
but to break the opression
flying on the razor wings
cutting both flesh and air
I welcome the pain of freedom
to spite my oppresser
my words like bloody spikes
piercing your body
ribbons that slip away
realeasing me to darkness
into the rivers of skeletal death
flowing into emptiness
written about a week ago after a huge blowout with my father....not much more to say....
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