It's rage that guides you.
It's rage that keeps you going.
Rage is strength.
Rage is weakness.
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You don't hear his voice as you punch, punch, punch.
Rage makes you sharp.
Rage makes you blind.
You don't see the fist as you kick, kick, kick.
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You feel it in your chest.
You feel it in your gut.
You feel it in your head.
All you see is red.
You don't hear his voice as you scream, scream, scream.
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Rage guides you.
It's strength and weakness.
It's bright and it's dark.
You don't hear his voice.
You just feel rage.
You feel it deep within you.
You don't hear his voice.
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But you feel his arms around you.
You feel his embrace.
You don't hear his voice as you punch, kick, scream.
You feel his arms and you feel his embrace and the rage subsides.
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And all that's left is pain.
All that's left is fear.
Rage makes you strong.
Rage makes you sharp.
Rage makes you weak.
Rage makes you blind.
Rage suppresses the pain.
Rage suppresses the memories.
Rage makes you believe you are strong.
You hear his voice as you cry, cry, cry.
'It's okay now.'
So... For this one I was thinking of Damian. I just love him so much, he's adorable :)
Hope you liked it
-Miya