Anger Poem by Nightshade Starlight
Anger
It boils in my blood,
Hot and fast.
Like a spreading fire,
Fuled by these cursed events.
I can see only red
And I can feel only anger and hurt.
It cuts deep within me
And I have a feeling that
It's going to make me do something.
I bite my tounge and I can taste blood.
Too much, I can't take it.
This anger that I that courses through me.
I break and the anger dies.
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