Tub of moods

By Deathkitten

Lungs collapsing,
Fists once smashing,
Dead dolls laughing,
Sensory overload & thrashing,
What darkness is not seemingly nice?
A life to live & pay a price,
Broken dreams & shattered hearts,
Racing back to which it starts,
Begging it please,
Wiping blood from hands & knees,
Away with pain,
Away with anger,
What's left none other than danger?
Wounds heal,
Scars may stay,
A tub of moods we'll drain away.

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Copyright 2013 Deathkitten
Published on Wednesday, January 16, 2013.     Filed under: "Rage" and "Poetry"
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