Anger is more than just a feel,
It’s like water that is boiling,
Not water…
No… it’s blood.
What death continues
To deprive us of…
It’s a lonely mask
We hide behind…
To make sure
That life is not sensed.
To make sure
We never live again…
It’s a grasping, evil hand,
That deprives us
Of love and joy…
That wishes deeply
To destroy us
From the inside out.
It’s a light that blinds us,
And makes us dumb.
It makes us stupid
And evilly so…
Driving away the good
For it’s own evil show.
It’s a murderer,
A homicidal crook.
A crook of life, that is.
A crook of all to be.
A crook that kills you
Enjoying every moment
That you fall into it’s trap…
And plead…
Once more that you
Can be free
From the turmoil it gives
But it’s binding chains
Give you no silent mercy…