by Z. Blake

Created on: August 22, 2009

Kicking and screaming,
Exploding while dreaming.
Bursting for freedom,
But fearing release.

Living for redemption,
Slowly dying in pain,
Lost in a world of fire and rain.

Its conflict and anger.
Its roaring and shame.
I lie on my own
And I fall from the sane.

It's quiet in hell,
When the devils are sleeping.
It's a long way from peace,
But it's free from the wreathing.

The dreams master entrapment
As the nightmares shake the air.
They boil the blood that swirls,
And no one looks or cares.

I fight to find the silver lining,
But suffocate in the clouds,
So thick and full of woe.
I'm all alone below death mounds.

I lose to the violence.
As the blackness takes control.
It scorches and destroys
As the fire takes its toll.

I'm lost in frustration
And I give in to the game.
It blackens my spent soul,
And I fall from sane.

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