Frustration swells from beneath my skin
He, the sore, so seldom shown
The hermit, he just grew within
Now erupts in rage and agony unknown
The explosion shrieks through my very soul
So violent yet so tormentingly slow
Ruptures my nerves one by one
But yet, I still feel so cold
The icy wind chills to the bone
The wind that comes with no mercy
But there's no worse feeling I've ever had
Compared to the loss of a true friend
--> RJC Hall, 9.30am, some time in March 1995
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