Anger

You think you know anger

Well think again

Mine is a cold black thing

All with a life of her own

She turns a evil eye

Her face a thing of

Pure Beauty

This is no mask

This is angers true face

She speaks with

A seductive rasp

She tells you

To back off

Before you get hurt

You have harmed

Her mistress

And that's not right

So it's time to pay

And tonights your night

I grow tired of her tears

So it's my turn

To make you pay

Anger is my name

Revenge is my game

So sit down

Take a load off

By the time I get done

You won't have to worry

Anymore.

Author's Note

Please ignore the type O's

Reviews

[Flow]

Anger and the protective nature there is nothing stronger is it? my little masochist side really enjoyed this poetic flow of fluid anger being directly directed in one focused point. I like that your flow gives me thoughts and feelings not directly related to the meaning of your words but it gives me meaning that is just to myself. Excellent write it tapped into some dark areas of mine.

I admire that you write on subjects that are rarely touched on.

Braveheart is a name that popped into my mind for you.

[Charisma Moonfairy]

Wonderful as always, I loved Anger