Feel it slither
down the steps of your spine,
like a dark poison
gliding.
Fingers twitch
all that slowed, the click of time,
with each second
sliding.
Vision dims
Turn a blind eye burning,
forked tongue heaving
slander.
Asmodeus grins.
From the deep: crimson churning.
A familiar presence,
anger.
.ᴮ.ᵘ.ᵗ. .ᵃ.ᶰ.ᵍ.ᵉ.ʳ. .ⁱ.ˢ. .ʷ.ᵉ.ᵃ.ᵏ.
Day by day it sits,
fermenting in the dark.
power and control it knits
waiting for a spark.
Anger it was when it was a babe,
Fury its unfortunate kin.
In the recess of the mind it laid,
never forgetting the original sin.
As cool and calculated as a fiend.
Its tendrils 'round your heart now bind.
Older now, it has been weaned,
from the driveling of your mind.
Icy whispers... guiding your fists.
A power older... than the age.
His bitterness... raw feelings... persists.
An old friend... frozen anger: Rage.
Your heart the field of war,
the blood of other emotions shed.
The mind Rage's *****
.ᴺ.ᵒ.ʷ. .ᵃ.ˡ.ˡ. .ᴵ. .ˢ.ᵉ.ᵉ. .ⁱ.ˢ. .ᴿ.ᴱ.ᴰ.
Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
Feel it slither
down the steps of your spine,
like a dark poison
gliding.
Fingers twitch
all that slowed, the click of time,
with each second
sliding.
Vision dims
Turn a blind eye burning,
forked tongue heaving
slander.
Asmodeus grins.
From the deep: crimson churning.
A familiar presence,
anger.
.ᴮ.ᵘ.ᵗ. .ᵃ.ᶰ.ᵍ.ᵉ.ʳ. .ⁱ.ˢ. .ʷ.ᵉ.ᵃ.ᵏ.
Day by day it sits,
fermenting in the dark.
power and control it knits
waiting for a spark.
Anger it was when it was a babe,
Fury its unfortunate kin.
In the recess of the mind it laid,
never forgetting the original sin.
As cool and calculated as a fiend.
Its tendrils 'round your heart now bind.
Older now, it has been weaned,
from the driveling of your mind.
Icy whispers... guiding your fists.
A power older... than the age.
His bitterness... raw feelings... persists.
An old friend... frozen anger: Rage.
Your heart the field of war,
the blood of other emotions shed.
The mind Rage's *****
.ᴺ.ᵒ.ʷ. .ᵃ.ˡ.ˡ. .ᴵ. .ˢ.ᵉ.ᵉ. .ⁱ.ˢ. .ᴿ.ᴱ.ᴰ.
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