Do you understand the human heart?
Do you know how to put it together
after it’s  been apart.
Do you know how to dry the tears of fear brought on by being alone?
Can you explain the pain of the insane?
Well neither can I, so why try?
I have this game you might want to play.
It’s called **** me and see if I die.
Go on it’s been done before and I’m back again because anger cannot die, he just gets tired.
Can you define the word death?
Some people say it’s the place you visit after your last breath.
Everyone has tears of madness inside.
Why make anger hide?
Set me free and watch me get tired and cry.
Giving in?
In what way?
Anger is not controlled, just patrolled.
Angers been the way to forgive death for having a door, but only we hold the key to lock up or set free.
So open the door and watch anger flee.