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i can't believe the hate that is building inside this tortured mind and i cant seem to get over how the words cut deeper than any blade...these black eyes reflect the rage as it burns white hot through these viens and turns to ashes as it pours through the gaping hole in my life...the calmness of a new morning sky once set on this face, shatters, then scatters when it smashes onto the ground...these fists clenched so tight the knuckles turn white....the air wreaks of this fury as it grows like a flash of lightning then it crashes like thunder erupting from a perfectly serene harmony...feels like this anger could tear the heavenly moon  out of the sky, this sanity has been lifted, and pain has crushed this soul...the will to pacify has left this mind...all i can feel is this hate boil below the surface...hate for nothing and that wich would be nothing...scorned i lie, this tormented fate cuts deeply drawing fresh blood from a empty body....white hot as it turns to ashes....falling from the hole in my life onto the ground...