Thursday, September 29, 2016

Angered Sense

When it hurts, it hurts, grip tight till it hurts, feel the pain, lets you know you holdin’ bold

Overcome the hurt, cuts covered undershirt, heart deep, plundered hurt, torn apart, asunder birthed.   

Dig deep, courage announce, you’ll need more than an ounce.

I’m angry and upset, fuckin week is not up yet, tired of chasing the weekend,
It’s time to become an artist like The Weeknd.  Find my voice, let go of Joyce,
She’s ridin’ me like a Rolls Royce.  In the middle of Winter, what a cold choice…


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