Anger
The devil is smirking
Rubbing his hands gleefully
He has succeeded in his evil intentions,
by making me totally immersed in anger
Banging myself against the wall
Cutting my wrists, letting my blood of anger to seep
Immersing in jugs of alcohol to numb my pain and agony
Screaming out at the streets in the middle of night, kicking the dustbins, doing graffiti
Picking out fights whom i simply cant stand at first stand
Smashing glass bottles on people i detest
Driving recklessly on the road at the speed of super sonic
Slapping and pulling of another bitch's hair whom i deliberately bumped into
Such visions have now emerged in my brain
Should i let anger get better of me ?
Whatever.