Rage
its quietly boiling in me
RAge
its the thing that sits in the corner
it waits for its morning
and waits for the day it can make that thing morn
forever.
RAGe
its a poison that sits and ferments in a bottle
it grows like a fungus till its make itself much taller
and then like a monster explodes into the room like a darkness
RAGE!
it consumes me into confusion i do not know!
it makes me blind and deaf to friends that suddenly are enemies!
it makes the world dark and unreal to me
its making my world dark as i plunge into the depths of no illumination..
i cant see, cant touch, cant hear a thing.
rage
i am alone
a feel like im underground
there is suddenly 6 feet of dirt between me and life
the rage is over, but its to late, because its to late for my good byes.
i fall asleep slowly as the air runs out.
i let the gases consume me
rage
its all over now
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