Emotions torn piece by piece. I bleed
My soul desolate and bleak, I walk these streets Torment showers of dream sleets and echoes of screams, screeching beasts claw my conscience in a humbled plead to ease my anger and anchor my hurried rage to calm the wave of pain in my chest
Take a breath, relax, take a breath, relax. Smile and say… Honey, daddy’s home!