Something about anger,
tears apart my soul.
Progressively tightens my chest,
how can people be so cold?
Feel my lungs collapse,
under the weight of the hate.
Takes my heart and chains it down,
and these chains, I can't break.
Something about anger,
how it eats at my soul.
Turns bones into ashes,
turns the heart black as coal.
How I pity the man,
who turns love into hate.
He surrenders to evil,
his soul to take.
Something about anger,
makes me love even more.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio