ME: Shout, don't whisper!

Don’t speak –

for once I want to hear you shout!

Throw me on the ground and scream.

Call me names and then just leave!

I’m tired of all the whispers,

of all the silence and the muttered lies –

for once begin to tell me

what’s really on your mind!

Too old for tales and too tired of riddles,

speak your heart whether if it’s black or not,

be the beast you’re meant to –

raise up from the dark and then run into the night!

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