Dead 7

Anger issues?

What?
With me those don't exist.

My anger is calm

its collective.

It doesn't give to fricks about what you think

Why do you think its so evidently there

without being so obvious?

Can you sense those smoldering embers 

of my mood swinging its bucket round'

filled with the seven sins

Hitting you with easy glares

Cauliflower clouds

of Hatred

just freezing time.

With its Death Stare.

Ha, those sheafs of silver pricks of light

so fast, thats what they appear to be.

One, two tres!

You've been best

by me.

I lap up the hurt that you're feeling

like any other.

Gluttony.

I'm much to proud,

THE SUN.

That big thing that ball of impossible.

No, that moon cant block it out as I can.

I can hold it in hand

I'm Prometheus's 

heir, his progeny.

His Left-Hand man.

Upset that HE

even chose man-kind over me.

What have they, we, done for you?

I don't know, but it seems 

that I have lost my respect for you.