Anger.

Violet

14 May, 2014 08:05 PM 
Anger courses through the veins,
Stopping the love the heart gives out,
Red to black the heart freezes over,
Nothing wrong with that.

Until the day the questions are asked,
That make the mind scream and shout,
The anger has no where to go,
But maybe it can come out. 

The first breath hurts,
The second is alright,
Until the frenzies over,
Until the pain has gone.

By Violet. 14/05/14
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