Many of you will not see so much how this is an anger poem, but i am writing
it because i am angry. this has nothing to do with what i am feeling, but it
helps.



My tortured soul is screaming inside,
It's being tormented by all of these emotions that I tried to hide.
I cries for me as I would not,
It still holds my painful memories that I long ago forgot.

My condemned soul,
It's as black as coal.

I'm broken and lay in pieces, but my soul still remains,
Tied down to this earth as if by chains.
Its survived all these years because it feeds on my hate.
Isn't life the cruelest of everyone's fate?

My condemned soul, it feeds on pain,
It loves the blood of the newly slain.
 
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