Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Bitterness



Anger raging in my veins
Like a thundering storm of pounding rains.
My blood boils, my heart pounds.
I loose control of a messed mind.
I release hatred when someone’s kind.
I can’t think I just brood.
When I reply my voice is crude.
I feel murder in my soul.
A darkness covers my eyes.
I slash and my threat is not hollow.
If I look at you all of you dies!
World watch where you wallow!

1 Comments:

Blogger Poetic_bum said...

haha, I am only bitter when the mood suits me, which is rare. Very rare.

9:07 a.m.  

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