The strength, that of the wind of hurricane,
The darkness of the night before the dawn,
It comes like lightning but will not remain,
It lives with force and bursts before it's gone,
It tears to pieces, strikes and breaks the rules,
It cares little for the fires that it fuels,
It brings the pain, the screams, the tears,
And feeds on all the secrets, lies and fears,
It suffocates, it takes control, it grows
Until you wonder if you are insane,
If you're the one who all this undergoes
As often as I do, we are the same.
Anger
© Copyright: Элиза Микаилова, 2012
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