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Part of a new piece im working on. Suggestions and comments would be helpful and appreciated

Its almost like collapsing lungs
hindered by prickly thorns
piercing the body of the weakest of the weak
with red drops of hate and frustrations

but this isnt a revolution
not a battle
not a war
but pure destruction
mindless, selfish, utter devastation

a force to be reckoned with but not confronted
acted upon but never spoken of
seen but not heard
with a pain too great for such a small prize
the conscience can only handle so much
emotions dont come with strings attached

retrospective
what isnt necessary but dire
feeling strength being absorbed like the pressure between two lips
locked together without any possibility of separation
until what seemed like an inevitable eternity
closed its book from cover to cover
never to open and reveal its secrets again

its almost like collapsing lungs
hindered by prickly thorns
piercing the body of the weakest of the weak
with red drops of content and satisfaction