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Betrayal hurts.

Betrayal.

Betrayal.

It hurts.

The anger

Rises

Flows

Burns

Stabs

Through you

Echoing in your steps . . .

Betrayal.

It hurts.

You cry

You scream

You pound

On the door

But no one

Will unlock it.

There's

No key.

You know this.

You have the key.

You don't know

How to use it,

Though.

The anger

Crackles

Black flame

Midnight's power

Hot as hell,

Burning tower.

Sparks fly

As hate,

Dak hate,

Hits anger,

And,

You can hear

The anger

Echoing

In your

Silent

Screams.

Eyes.

You see them

At night

When it's

Dark.

Why?

That's the question

Is it not?

Why?

Life can

Die

Before

It can

Live.

Did you know?

Or,

Are you

Asking

Do you care?

Why

Should

You care?

You

Answer

That.

Calm down.

Don't.

Anger

Destroys

Calm.

Don't ask that,

Yet.

Betrayal

It hurts.

Can anyone

Hear?

Does anyone

Care?

No

And,

After all,

Why should you?

You

Answer

That.

Betrayal.

It hurts.

The anger

Rises

Flows

Burns

Stabs

Through you

Echoing in your steps . . .

As you run away

But you can't

Run.

You can't

Hide.

Not from

Yourself.

Anger

At you

Won't help.

It

Won't

Do a damn thing.

You

Have to do it.

Rise up

From the fire.

Rise up

From the tears.

Rise up

From the blood.

Rise up

From your fears.

They'll follow

You.

I said, and

I

Spoke true.

Deny me,

If you

Wish.

It's

Your death.

Why

Should

I

Care?

Betrayal.

It hurts.

The anger

Rises

Flows

Burns

Stabs

Through you

Echoing in your steps . . .

As you fly away.