Burn down the house
When all the blood rushes down to my fist,
And when all of this vile violence strikes my solemn heart, There's nothing I quite do better than;
Burning a house down,
Or writing a poem.
with heavy dragging hands, I know all about the down and out, I get it. I can’t pretend in silence when my heart is raging with anguish when I see you online. Is this the life I was meant to live with constant pain in my heart?
so the blood rushes my hands and I destroy them against the walls of my heart. As I suffocate with these unresolved feelings and emotions
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