My Anger
My Blood Boils like lava in my veins.My Mind Races with images of death scenes I can be capable of.
My Soul Shirks like a banshee drowning in an ocean of dead souls evil and harmful to one's oneself
My Heart Bursts with demons that have waited for so long to exile themselves from the trap you have placed them in.
My Lips Twitch trying to jeep the daggers from escaping my throat.
My Eyes Glow red like the Devil's as she plans her attacks.
My Fists Shiver trying to restrain from causing such physical harm to kill you.
My Legs Get Anxious ready to run with an attack of death.
My Bubble Pops and you are dead.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.