Evil Influence
Hanging on the edge of control and rage,
I am faced with the boiling emotion.
Hostiility silently posseses me,
while my conscious slowly fails.
My heart is burning,
with the flames of hatred.
Voices scream the words murder.
I try not to listen.
Bloody images fill my mind,
as I cry for a voice of reason.
When that voice is not heard,
I break.....
poem by Thomas Biggy
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