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Wasted Days

This growing
Burning
The wheels are
Turning
Thing inside

Is it fate
Or hate
Lingering?
Berate
Screams inside

The lashing
Crashing
Like the waves
Splashing
Against stones

Open doors
On floors
Of fresh meat
Blood pours
In rivers

Long have I
Wasted days
In turmoil
And anger
Devastate
And
Obliterate
I twist and
Turn and burn
Salivate

This twisting
Burning
The screws are
Turning
Still I watch
Written by HadesRising
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