anger

There’s an anger within me.

frustration

frustration chews at your soul.

captive

i am a willing captive.

raven-haired beauty

her raven hair was torn away, splattered red.

hate

hate is a parasite within each of us.

frustration

frustration – a shade less red.

festering souls

these festering souls become blackened under society’s pressures.

anxiety

it buzzes under my skin. the urge to move around. the urge to write. the urge to just do something. the detachment from reality – dawning a facade of “i don’t care” and “i am putting everything behind me” – was easy during the day. during the night, everything comes rushing back to me at

spat

there’s no remedy for hating. the word keeps spinning. the people keep spitting. nothing is actually changing.

close-minded fools

they don’t understand and don’t care to understand.