It Boils Down to This by I.E Morgan


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The dark condensation hidden within
The depths of my soul,
Behind my lowest rib,
Germinate and become a part of me.
Fueled by the hate, I am enraged.
As the tears drip from my veins,
I weep
And as the sweat and blood become my cries,
I die
The hate becomes me.
The dark condensation hidden within
The depths of my soul
Blinding my right
Sight and sound to my wrong
Throw it all away
When no one cares
I lose a part of me
Fueled by the constant bickering and hate
I am ENRAGED
As I drip from my veins
I weep
The sweat and blood become my tears
It lives.