When it keeps on boiling
In your head
The fire of fury
The peak of wrath
You wish to drink blood
To pierce your canines
In someone's neck
To cool the rage in you
When people make faces
On your face
Keep on teasing you
With grins...
You ought to respond
But your arms are numb
Your tongue is dry
And you're just pale
They look over you
And keep up their way
Of blocking your way
From some exhaust
For the words
To burst out...
And then among them
Someone wishes you
To be always HAPPY...
The anger ebbs away
Abruptly, like a thunder
You are cheered up...
You were angry
Now you're blithed...
Aint you fluctuating?
You're unpredictable...
12-03-2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes i am unpredictable. but then again, why would brian from so. cali call me 'so predictable? '