Can't numb the thrum of the storm that beats under my skin
Can't find solace in simple sunsets, only dripping crimson
Won't accept the fate being written for me
Won't let their anguish consume mine
So I unleash the hounds that race through my veins
Jump off cliffs Get drunk on the blood of the sky
Rip to shreds the future that awaits me
Watch me unleash hell divine
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Unturned stones
RandomI speak for those who can't, won't, shouldn't, etc. I also speak for myself. Because why the heck not?
