Finn Clark
4/25/2013
I have seen relationships lost
The fighting, the words
The red faces of the two when they are done
The sad in their personality
I have heard the screams
Of others mourning for their lost
The hatred, buried deep in their heart
I have stood next to the killer
And fueled him on
I am the brother to sad
Sometimes we go, hand in hand
Other times, we are separate but reunite later
And sometimes, we are one
Sometimes, you cannot hold me back
Sometimes, I boil inside until you can’t stand it anymore
Sometimes, I am the cause for your mistakes
Sometimes...
I am hatred
I am a brother to sad
And a cousin to fear
But when it comes down to it
I can make a life disappear
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