THE ANATHEMA of ANGER

Depression

Anger.

Madness.

 

I curse this state

Inasmuch as I love it

TORN.

To kill

Or just feel.

Raised eyebrows

Screaming inside.

Give me pain

I’m used to it.

That won’t kill me

But will kill you.

Not now.

Slowly.

Making you weaker

Until

Death awaits you

At the endpoint.

Stare and you're DEAD!
Stare and you’re DEAD!
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