Fists slam down, oblivious to the receiving end
Filled with anger and agony they attempt to destroy
Everything unwanted and unpleasant
It breaks, shattering under the sheer force
It all breaks, every last bit, into tiny pieces
Shards that pierce and are pierced
Light and dark clash, refusing harmonious coexistence
Battles rage and floodgates shudder with tension
Releasing the pent up blood that bathes all
A Heavenly sound escapes, over and over and again
It wails for the lost, weeping for what cannot be
Only to sing again the sweet song of sorrow
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The Mind
Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)
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