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I wasn't prepared for what you took away and how empty I would be when what was left was only what remained of colliding and shattered dreams; there is no salvation in a greyclad sky that's hanging by a thread threatening to reveal a soul plagued by a thousand sins in a heart left hollow...

Of Rage

It tears at me from the inside, like claws and teeth shredding their way through my ribs and skull, seeking freedom from their restraints, a great beast given over to primal urges, and I find myself wanting to let it; a fired blood feeds the desire to roar and forget, to surrender to anger and...