ANGER
The most terrifying of all my nightmares,
Only this one’s painfully real,
The deadly rage that boils inside me,
Making me blind with the red,
Darkest darkness,
Reddest red,
Heated blood,
Liquid lava,
Clenched jaw,
Pulsing hate,
Anger thuds in my brain,
My arm moves of its own accord,
I can do nothing but watch,
Watch as my anger does things I would not,
And then at the last it is over.
By: SEE ME
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Read If You Wish, But I Wish You Would.
Um, my birthday is 8/ 18/ 92, I hate pink but I’m not goth, my poems are depressing but I’m not emo, for now I guess that’s it. Oh, I'll be posting my peoms mostly, please don't copy them, and I would love to get comments, n'k thanks.
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