Fury Finds Me

Nov 12, 2008 22:13

I can hide under my bed, but the dust would just make me disgruntled.

I could eat away my stresses, but then I'd hate myself for being fat.

I would have exercised, but it makes me angry that I have such little room for it.

I might have killed myself, but it pisses me off to know no one would remember me.

Fury finds me everywhere, in everything I do.

The demon no one can control, it does more then just consume.

It spits, it scratches, it burns, it bites...

Find me Fury, because without you, I am not alive.
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