outraged

anger sparks, like static

thoughts never more eratic

silver shines dull but yet still beautiful

one single cut, one release

it does not matter how deep

blood flows fast as tears

this i have learned through many tears

pain is slowly smothered but sweet agony 

BURNS

just by spill of blood that flows within you and me

OUTRAGED

a feeling i often do not compreheng

a feeling that i can no longer mend

a grab the numbing jar, a ravor, and cut soo far

rage builds then crashes like a title wave

outrage will never be quite the same

sweat pours and nerves settle

i have won this battle

Reviews

[Undying Glory]

great poem, i can just feel your anger and hatred here. nice job