Again

The red hot embrace
Of anger’s cruel arms
Intertwine past and present
Until fact and fiction are but a blur of crimson
chaotically swirling around this head…
Bleeding heart, dripping silence onto the floor,
Lingers so hopeful- like a beaten dog
Like a loveless child
Until all that’s left of my red disease
Is hate and hell
And damnation
….Again

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