Holes in the wall,falling forever,concealed, you sit in the shadows,anger
flows inside you.You scream,flames they burn 'cuz of the collection of
anger you feel, you suffer.Inside you bleed from torn feelings, you bleed,
you bleed, flames.

Consuming your body, falling senses of anger,you lay there,crawling through
your skin,with out moving.

Inside the cracks of your veins,your dying,pushing yourself,from place to
place,dragging your body through fear and posted annoyence.

The atmosphere so tight,you break, broken glass spins.In all
directions,flames.
 
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