Writing, its that tunnel to me
Granting shelter from the storm of frustration
It has its pro's and con's to many,
But its a mere habit for me, and the many lonely
Vent out that anger, that agony, that pain
Cos it all accumulates inside, blocking that vein
You will burst any moment like that dormant volcano in long,
And splurge venom on every second person singing that peaceful song
You don't know how the shackles break, and your loose to be on that rampant run breaking hearts
What triggers it? You will have an answer, but will be afraid to ask your sel!
That evil being is always hidden within,
wanting to come out and kill each human
Pleasure derived with such deeds is it?
For some Its satisfaction my friend, thy way to live it
So I write during moments of madness within me,
wanting to break free, oh wanting to break free
Its my cure to a unsound troubled mind,
Helps me recover, than living life on that suicidal blade
SO for those you need to vent out emotions and more,
WRITE not because its "cool", because its your rehab, your voice to be heard, YOUR CURE
Exactly I feel the same thing about writing...a world of magic...
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