A whole lot to let out,
But how and where is the big question.
A wild fire of anger to vent out,
But that's goan cost more havoc, i'd rather crest This hell deep in my ribcage buried into my bones.
The fumes and flames I thought I set down, have escaped the abyss where I left 'em.
This time they came out, like a thick cloud and deadly as that which so ready to let down a heavy down pour,
Such that comes with great mishaps,
Suddenly every breath I take, sounds like a trinket announcing its grief.
The more I cover up, the more obvious Tis become, competing with the intense heat the sun emits. I Wanna let it out,
I Wanna let This go, But then if I, hell's gonna break loose
©Empress
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