(I wrote this along time ago. But I think it applies. I'm not mad, I'm really happy for you. Better treat you fucking right.)
My body feels like Ice, Cold and Jagged.
It's just that a cold frigid rage, calm and dangerous...
An angry look and a swift beating heart, but...
I. am. in. con. trol.
But the sins of man boil inside,
a hot flame of righteousness.
The ice cracks and melts, replaced by
Boiling Outrage
It pours over me as fluid as a
River
My fists shake and ideas of much pain and injury I could cause.
Just let it wash over me and cleanse my actions.
Why the fuck am I so angry?
