Shirt torn I scream in rage.
My rage I fear, in it’s dangerous stage.
It’s screaming out from inside of me.
It’s stealing the will, why can’t they see?
The damage that has yet to come.
The damage, severe, when it’s done.
Silent is the scream alone in the dark.
Silent in my rage, I’ve missed my mark.
My rage is screaming in contorted pain.
My rage is alone in the rain.
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