My angry voice is the shape of the echoes of stars,
The screaming of harpies, the burns in each scar
When we scream oh and SHOUT to be loud, to be smooth
AND I HATE YOU, MUST LOATHE YOU and yet still love you
So insult wih result, shout, yap, snap, GOD JUST SCREAM
AAAAAGH! Like the ocean of a far away dream
But see me, just breathe me, now leave me, NO BE ME
Know its hate by the shards in my tongue when it feels me
Subtley aching retorts behind doors
This angry voice is MINE, but can also be yours..
