Thursday, November 25, 2010

Count to ten

I yell into the void of darkest night -
I cry and scream with all my might.

Angst rots my soul like trees cut down,
Etched in my face: the deepest frown.

Tears like rivers make soggy trails,
I am a siren, with salty wails.

Volcano contained, I will implode.
My sanity crushed under heavy load.

And though my rage is terrible,
The taste of it makes me feel full.

Fire bleeds out of every pore,
The flames create a soundless roar.

Despair creates a deep abyss,
Anger fills it with a hiss.

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