Blood spillA Chapter by SlipKnoT
what anger looks like to me.
As the bubbles in my blood start to pump through my body, I feel the beating of my heart increase. Not a soul nor a noise is heard or made. I am in solitde, I am in silence.
I am trying to gather the scattered puzzle pieces off the floor. I want to piece my life back together, I want to finish the puzzle and then burn it, I want to watch the layers of cardboard burn and cringe into nothing but sheets of dust.
I shall sweep the remains of ash into a dust pan and pour them onto whats left of the grave of my old self. I'll dig a deep hole, plunging myself into it I feel myself falling faster and lighter, like my sol is a butterfly.
I hear the howl of the demon that lurks within. My heart stops flat, my body has some how returned to its original position above the earth's surface. I have the shovel in my hand, I feel a surge of anger slur through my core. I want to let it burst out and yell everything I've wanted to say. Should I ??
© 2012 SlipKnoT
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Last Updated on March 7, 2012
What anger looks like
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