Rage
There are no angels
Dreaming of my final breath.
Nor demons waiting
To lead me into death.
I am what you made me
Confused and full of rage.
But changing my path
And turning the page.
Becoming who I need to be
In spite of all your efforts
My independence rules.
Although my soul still hurts.
And when my time is over
I don’t expect to be missed.
Just peace and blackness
When by death I’m kissed.
Dreaming of my final breath.
Nor demons waiting
To lead me into death.
I am what you made me
Confused and full of rage.
But changing my path
And turning the page.
Becoming who I need to be
In spite of all your efforts
My independence rules.
Although my soul still hurts.
And when my time is over
I don’t expect to be missed.
Just peace and blackness
When by death I’m kissed.
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