SUN SETTING

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i want to write something raw, something bloody,
             something that screams with animalistic pain as it touches holiness and burns.
i want something that pounds against the ears of the broken and bruised, who understand and sing
            along to my symphony. i want something that hurts and strips skin from bone one piece at a time. i want anger and snarls, teeth flashing in the dark as crowned eyes glare into your soul. i want bitter feelings that end with clenched fists and ground teeth. i want palms curled into snail shells, steady as prehistoric rock, knuckles like dinosaur teeth, tear tear tear, rip rip rip. i want something old and unforgiving, the universe before its making, when fire and darkness were one. i want hard swallows as brains scream and kick and shatter any stars that didn't wink out within. i want something that i cannot write, something blood, raw, and unforgiving. i want anger.

— i want me