Feeling the rip across the world.
Across my life.
Feeling so numb.
All I can feel is the beast within.
A primal force reaches to kill.
It will kill.
It kills…
The hopes.
The dreams.
Never the fears.
So many fears.
Nothing left outside I can do.
Noting how much I can’t feel.
Your touch.
A hate that wells.
Drink up.
A piss stained life.
No one can find their self.
No agenda.
No sunny forecast.
Only… stormy weather.
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