Anger Has Won Poem by Krazy Rae

Eaten up with anger.
I've let myself fall.
A danger to those close to me.
I have become a lethal weapon
that is ready to kill at a moments notice.
The control I once had I have
relinquished into the night.
The night controls my thoughts.
I am at the mercy of the night.
The seductive thoughts that occur
cause me to wish for someone to hold and love
so that I may not suffer alone.
I've succomb to thoughts of the deepest type the
most dangerous of thoughts.
Daft and cruel they enwrap me
creating actions of the foulest.
There is no control.
All hope is lost.
Anger has won.