I wrote this poem about my anger, about my darkness. I don't usually let this side of me show blatantly, but it's always there. I've got a terrible, terrible anger that I'll let loose sometimes. Most of the time I'll hold it back, but sometimes I just won't want to. It's a natural part of me, and it has it's place.
Anger is powerful, it's wild, it can be addicting, it can be intoxicating. My anger is like fire. It'll run wild and wreak havoc on just about anything that gets in it's path. It's been a while since I've written anything like this, so it's nice to get back to it.