A Bloody Nose

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    A Bloody Nose

    Anger, No where to turn.

    Just another Bloody nose.

    Temperature so high, so high with no escape.

    Bloody love conjuring fate.

    Witch craft of the darkest evils, hollow eyes, just an anger causing madness inside..

    No hope to see, why do you hate me?

    No tolerance in you to be around, only me.

    your blood starts to boil, your horns start to grow, and there we go a bloody nose.

    The tears start to fall, no napkins to wipe.

    just all my wrongs and all your godly right.

    Here comes the names, no voice to speak.

    your ears are closed, my fall is steep.

    Here comes the hurt, a kick with your feet.

    A common bruise, no voice to speak.

    No place to hide, just all the hurt built up inside.

    Its all my fault, I must confess; according to you, this is what I do best

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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