There’s a killer in us all

It doesn’t render flesh and bone

It goes for something much deeper

It attacks the heart and soul

It confuses and damages the mind

It feasts on insecurities and doubts

It haunts the hallow corridors of the soul

It strikes out at where it hurts the most

It doesn’t stop until it draws blood

There’s a killer in us all

And its name is anger

© Seductive Poetry