Have you ever been this angry before?! Just an anger so rich and deep that it no longer flares red, but glows with fire as bright as the sun? No cure, no change, just simple anger that will last till the end of your days? Well, this is my anger. It doesn’t make much sense now, and probably never will, but it is as it is none the less. (by the way, if you can’t see, the bottle says, ‘dish soap’ on it)
A darker poem about a girl who is being possessed by a group of spirits. Inspired by my own way of life, the occurences that have overcome me, and a friend of mine. And yes, i know what you're thinking, and no, I don't.