Anger - Laughs And Tears Poem by vino aina

A mental jail with reddish tendencies
Clean of blood flicks but thirsty apiece
Its quick process is the formation of a new air
A destructive setting filled with regrets but then what's left are just scars

Slowly, its victims form a new discretion
Repressive to loving or any such emotion
Cold as snow but likely to be cracked by a specific fe...mi....nine heat
One lower or higher than what's alreadly contained with it
If so, then the ride back to the former air isn't such a bad idea
I would choose anger to happiness anytime anyday
If only I will return as two eventhough I left as one

Tasty. Isn't it?
But sour If detained
Stucked in cold shades for as long as forever
The longer you are in there
The worse you become