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Fire
Ash
Brimstone
It starts in my chest
This burning fire
It chokes my common sense
Chest heaves
Eyes narrow
I can feel my pupils dilate
Then shrink 'til they are
The heads of pins
Ready to stab
My fingers curl
Hands ball into fists
Teeth on edge
Eyes on fire
I feel like a human torch
Burning my way through emotions
Until all that is left is one
My rage is simplistic
It does not discriminate
One act from another
It eats away at everything
Sometimes I wish
That I could burn
Every drop of malevolence in me
I would light up like a roman candle
My sparks would rain down
Burn the people
That have burned me
Hurt the people that have hurt me
This simple rage
That I cannot control
Ash
Brimstone
It starts in my chest
This burning fire
It chokes my common sense
Chest heaves
Eyes narrow
I can feel my pupils dilate
Then shrink 'til they are
The heads of pins
Ready to stab
My fingers curl
Hands ball into fists
Teeth on edge
Eyes on fire
I feel like a human torch
Burning my way through emotions
Until all that is left is one
My rage is simplistic
It does not discriminate
One act from another
It eats away at everything
Sometimes I wish
That I could burn
Every drop of malevolence in me
I would light up like a roman candle
My sparks would rain down
Burn the people
That have burned me
Hurt the people that have hurt me
This simple rage
That I cannot control
...
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