It's better that I feel their pain
Than let their anger reign
Both are like a roaring flame
One that no one can tame
One spits in fury
The other's depressed
The later's world is blurry
Its true brilliance surpressed
I've fought each fire
Never giving up
For I know the situation's dire
But the chaos is about to erupt
The blood is red
The pain is real
And I've bled
Because the flames don't know how to heal
I'd take their pain away
But there's a different plan
I'm done
is what the fires say
But I won't let them be
I will get them past this
Even if it may destroy me
Falling back to the abyss
It would be better me
Than them
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Inner Silence
PoesiaThe inner silence is always there. Waiting. watching. recording. Recording the chaos and misery of my existence. A collection of depressing poems of my life.