Seeps through the body
Searing the blood
Making everything hot
Burning your skin
Boiling your blood
'Til you see red
I rarely have it
It's really not me
Or is it?
The primal self
Cursing feels so good then
It curls and covers over my words,
My thoughts; focused on that one thing
Hard to think of anything else
In those moments
Still seeth at those very moments
At him, at her
The want and need to understand
Unfathomable
In the end, I just wish
I could fix or restore
What is no longer there
The gain of pain
The lost of trust
It's done
Searing the blood
Making everything hot
Burning your skin
Boiling your blood
'Til you see red
I rarely have it
It's really not me
Or is it?
The primal self
Cursing feels so good then
It curls and covers over my words,
My thoughts; focused on that one thing
Hard to think of anything else
In those moments
Still seeth at those very moments
At him, at her
The want and need to understand
Unfathomable
In the end, I just wish
I could fix or restore
What is no longer there
The gain of pain
The lost of trust
It's done
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