Knuckles swollen
To twice their size
Broken skin
Came with outraged cries
Striking everything
Any shape, any size
Came to my senses
I could feel their eyes
Bleeding knuckles
They replace my despise
For the moment
Until I realize
How much I hurt
Rage will tint my eyes
Turn everything red
Pain is my prize
And the prize is large

10/18/2001

Posted on 10/18/2001
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