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Rain
Rain falls silently,
I hear nothing not even the gentle
Hum of silence, I look at the world with hollowed eyes,
And see nothing of beauty,
Only the ugliness of hate and betrayal
The very things that eat at my soul.
The world is dead to me,
I am dead to the world,
I find no comfort in the Place I used to call home,
Nor with the people I once called family.
The tears they fall freely now
If only I could only stop the way I feel.
If only I could tame the fire of rage and anger within me
If only I could dampen the hate with the tears I shed.
Will that stop the pain?
Nothing will ever stop the empty feeling coming from within.
It calls to me asking me just to follow,
Follow it to a world with no pain,
Where the heartbreak of many tired years ceases to exist.
And the life I once knew vanishes completely
Where all I feel is the warm afterglow of nothing
How I long to feel that warmth again
Not the cold bitterness that has
Inched its way to my heart.
Perhaps it is something I will never feel again
Not even in death.
I had loved and given my all,
Yet that love was taken and I was left with
Nothing,
A void,
A whole where my heart should've been
Now I am lost in this big world with nothing to hold onto.
Not my self respect,
Not my Pride,
All that has been lost to me.
But still my heart takes beating after vicious beating,
And yet I am still alive.
Why must I be made to suffer?
Why can't I just go in peace?
The Fire within me grows stronger now,
As I see my fate so clearly before me,
I understand what I must do.
The rage that produces this fire
Consumes me, devours me whole,
This hatred inspired by the heartbreak deep within me
And the betrayal that was done without.
It makes me what I hate
But I can't help it,
I'm drawn to it
Like moth is to a flame.
It's danger…
It's power…
I let myself be taken,
I let myself be consumed,
As I take a last look at the world.
I see all those who would've ignored me
And all the words they never said,
All the things they'd never think of saying to me
Died on their lips.
They're sorry but it's too late,
And behind the last wall of flame I'm at peace…
By VioletHaze
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