Anger
It's unnerving
It fills the blood and takes control
Possession is the true word
Hold you captive till its satisfied
Sadistic in its evermost desire
Though the true nature is to harm
I fight to hold on
Hold on to my moments of humanity
Hold on to those bits of good
It slithers through me
I can hardly stomach the feeling
Arms aching, my body sore
How do i get rid of it?
Or do i let go?
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
Anger
It's unnerving
It fills the blood and takes control
Possession is the true word
Hold you captive till its satisfied
Sadistic in its evermost desire
Though the true nature is to harm
I fight to hold on
Hold on to my moments of humanity
Hold on to those bits of good
It slithers through me
I can hardly stomach the feeling
Arms aching, my body sore
How do i get rid of it?
Or do i let go?
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