Lines intersect in brilliant crimson
Visible between dark lines.
Vision blurs; the tenacity of anger
Screams against the need for
My humanity.

Rip it open on metal and see the dents
As they slowly fill with my crimson intensity
Gashes on knuckles leave their mark;
Splinters of wood become painted bright vermillion.

Anger acts like a wildfire,
Consuming humanity and
Replacing it with something
Less refined.

Paint my rage on the world.
Leave a mark for others to see.
A raw wound that refuses to heal,
Bandage it and carry on.

Lines intersect in brilliant crimson
Visible between dark lines.
My hands are ripped and torn.
The knuckles white and tendons taut.
The blood, my blood
drips between my fingers
To water the ground.