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.