Feel the hatred
in your veins,
a poison coursing
to the darkness
of rage.
Eating through reason,
health, sanity.
'Til anything
is game,
So long as
it ceases the pounding
rage.
And claw out your
eyes, or smash your
head against the wall
They're options not quite
impossible.
So grasp the cure,
so shiny, silver, sharp,
and rend your skin
'Til pain is all you can feel.
Emotion swept clean
by a crimson tide,
Each vermillion drop,
a scarlet blessing
of agony.
And leave behind
the worry, woe, and wrath
Just float on a stream
of blood.
Loathing for others,
turned in on oneself
in a destructive serration
of skin.
Yeah, so this is just one poem. I write them a lot, and they're most of them as angsty as this. If you like it, let me know, and I'll try to post something more.
