got the kind of anger that forces change forces pain to be still the kind of hurt that's real to feel deep inside anger builds fire to burn it down to the ground bury the remains in a hole in the wall blow up the building destroy the house of my youth resting place of my innocence the room where I shed my tears the door I couldn't open to escape the monster under the bed the shadow in the closet
the voices in my head the walls turning red the cold floor under my feet the sound of thunder in the summer creak in the stairs someone's there heart pounding the knob is turning someone's coming the child is scared the constant screams no one cared
a child was there
The Immortal Wize
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