Anger Poem by Tyler Anhorn

Souls on Fire.
My body ready to burst.
My heart beat faster.
My soul gets deeper.

I have lost control.
The anger has spread threw my body.
The temper.
The strenght.

I try to regain control.
But it is no way I can.
My soul is burried so deep.
It feels like something has taken control.

The feeling of anger feels so good.
It makes me addicted to the Rush.
The feeling of fire.
As the blood flows threw my vains.
As it boils when it reachest my heart.