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He who bears hate


Deep down below, lives a madman who is driven only on the hatred in his soul Acting out soullessly on pure anger that he holds Banging on walls, just wanting to be heard Yelling out to the world to just let him go He’s kept away in a black hole, condemned for the nature of his soul Over time they set him free, releasing him into the world Lashing out in a sudden burst, harming anything with great force Standing tall for a minute no more Until he gets locked away, waiting for the day he gets told to come out once more into this cold world he roughly knows This man speaks out for the anger that I hold -D.M
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