bruised on the dance floor

Instant rage
violently takes hold
unyielding
as guilt takes hold
 
Reasoning attempts 
to temper 
-and gets shoved away
 bruised on the battle field
it skulks away
 
Pleas to make it all better
shout from the crowd
please don't make us suffer
we are victims of ourselves
 
The Day Is Ruined
scrawled along the walls of my head
just live in squalor
just stay in bed
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