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silent,
clawing at the back of my mind.
Its source unknown,
yet i fear its potential...
Once before i felt this;
This icy rage,
devoid of passion, or anger.
Pure Rage,
with no emotion,
truly beastial,
like a feral predator.
yet it would exploit all my better traits,
to quench its self again.
It comes,it gos.
and each time i hope to never to feel it again
seething with in the pit of my gut.
Freezing the warmth with in,
leaving me cold again.
I choke the beast
and in that violent idea
Its hunger is Fed....
sickened by its joy...
my own thoughts,
i can no bare to fight it.
till i find the strength to cage this monster.
the distance i wish to shorten,
must be made greater...
In fear of biting the hand
That reaches out.
 hellflame3000 · Thu Feb 02, 2006 @ 05:50am · 0 Comments |
