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Rage Against the Pain
Shards of glass
will it last
or fall under doubt.
Hell was home
'though I've grown
I could still regress.
Watch my rage
burn the page
that contains our dreams.
Look for tears
but I fear
they are frozen now.
Sparks of joy
could destroy
this comfort I seek.
It must end
hearts can't mend
sitting in the flames.
I will die
if I don't try
to destroy us now.
Pain to rage
pain to rage!
I'm high on it now.
Kill the truth
in its youth
before it can lie.
Write away
love today
add it to the past.
Watch me fly
I'm so high
rage against the pain.
Memories
feed disease
add them to the fire.
Hopes and dreams
usless schemes
watch them burn tonight.
Feel so fine
not a line
flying high on rage!
Trash all hope
let me cope
riding on the wave.
Pain to rage
pain to rage!
I'm high on it now.
But I know I will come down...
© 1998 Barry Veinotte
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