AngerA Poem by MOONSo the silence rages in your head, You believe all love is dead. Diets of bitter seeds fed, This is life this is where you have fled. Around you on eggshells we tread Lofty promises and laughter shred Blackened you have taken to your bed. Opening old wounds and the past long dead. Here I come with glowing smiles all clad. You bite your lip, you believe you led, To the undoing, love crimson red. Still to the demons of your mind you are wed.
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