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Rage
I can feel this heat,
coming from the inside.
I can see the red,
burning on my ears.
I can taste the sharpness,
ready to stab.
But guess who steps in,
Fear!
it's holding me back,
because it thinks twice.
It's taking my side,
rather I was wrong or right.
It stays with me,
till the end of the night.
Should I trust it,
or should I kill it?
Should I kill the voice,
that tells me to stop.
should I choke the neck,
of the filtered thoughts
Should I take a leap of faith,
and make it or not.
or should I just let it be with me till the end.
This is Rage. Rage that's Hidden.
© Rio Pursia (AKA) DeMario Rankin
coming from the inside.
I can see the red,
burning on my ears.
I can taste the sharpness,
ready to stab.
But guess who steps in,
Fear!
it's holding me back,
because it thinks twice.
It's taking my side,
rather I was wrong or right.
It stays with me,
till the end of the night.
Should I trust it,
or should I kill it?
Should I kill the voice,
that tells me to stop.
should I choke the neck,
of the filtered thoughts
Should I take a leap of faith,
and make it or not.
or should I just let it be with me till the end.
This is Rage. Rage that's Hidden.
© Rio Pursia (AKA) DeMario Rankin
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