I'm angry, I'm mad, I can only see red
This feeling is demanding, it needs to be feed

I'll rip and I'll tear flesh from the bone
I'll rip and I'll tear your feelings from thier home
I'll stomp on your head, till your eyes become lose
I'll even stomp on your heart if I chose
I will snap every bone in your puny little body
I will snap every emotion till you no longer  haughty
When done, I'll  have separated your muscle from skin
When done, I'll have separated your body from sin

I'm angry, I'm mad, I can only see red
But don't worry people, for we all end up dead.

©Pauline Russell