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Knifes of anger
Hunt through me
Spark off your delicate core
I’m so sorry.

The only person
Who won’t react
To the fireballs thrown your way
And the words that are spat.

Spraying over you
Like a shower of nails
A strong chilli essence
It’ll kill you to continue and inhale.

Acid erosion
Will claw inside
But your so pillow gentle
You’d try just to hide.

Slap you
Scream in your face
Until there is no more
And I can get off my stage.

And cling to you
Last throws, feeble
Letting myself go into your arms
And snap my electric cables.

Sob, weep
Breath heavy and let my heart pound
And engulf myself with reality
Try to speak aloud.

No more
You just hold me close, it’s ok
I don’t remember, or realise
Why I was in such a blood red rage.

Your arms are safe
Your heartbeat is calm
You realise if you flip
The situation is damned.

Holding me upon you heart
And your gentle holding my head
Nothing is needed
You know not a thing should be said.

And as I recover
From my actress drama
I realise how lucky I am
That you are still there standing.

A wreck, a state
Is heavy in your shelter
You didn’t break, cave in
As I lean you don’t even wither.

Thank you.

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