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Backlash|stabber|
My rage is explicit enough to drown you in a fire
A fire of the most rushed, burning and violent desire
How dare you sit there and spit in my fucking face
While I try to stand, leaving you with a bittersweet taste.
My fists are constricting, white and bleeding deeply
From all the wounds, scars and memories you've inflicted upon me.
How dare you pull your hand back with such force;
Before you can blink, I've got you already sprawed on the floor.
My eyes are burning ablaze, dancing within the flames
A deadly sea of fire, a burning twist of all this pain.
How dare you tell me I'm worthless, that I don't fucking matter;
You stupid, sadistic, abusive bitch. You bloody fucking backstabber.
My oh my... I think we all can relate to this tyrannic rage. I know I can. I love the feeling, the mood, the fire set from your words. This poem makes me feel angry too. The words vividly allow me to see the picture in your point of view. Beautiful, dear... absolutely beautiful.