Poetic Destruction
Fire tormented my soul for the longest time-
and not it's time for me to bend the light-
Fuck the spectrum.
Speaking Redrum to completely confused children.
A few always seem to catch on that the wrong moment and slip
through the cracks of indecision
holding on to a grand illusion,
knocked back my the second wind of hate and freed.
Tomorrow we may never see,
Maybe you and I were never meant to be.
But yet, I continue to grow
stronger knowing that all my fears still exist.
Angela Stylz
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