Bird As Fish

Rage of cool inhibitions
That bids my blood to burn
Cold
And slows its territory path
That ever more frustrate
And return to the place of small demise
Like an elephant leash
Of nothing more than memories of pain
Of things gone bad.

We hate it
But we hate ourselves still the more
When the leash holds us back
For we are no more than simple animals, bestial
We are no more than merely.

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