Fist of Repute

I have spent many a night searching

For that darkness inside

Digging deep

Knowing it there

Knowing it was trying to hide

Without the hunt it grows

And flows

Until all of me is rage

And the world turns strange

Deranged, a prison without a cage

While you

You are but prey

The meat

Blocking my way

My tempered nerves

The sinew, the bone

Are all I have to say

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