Beautiful Anger

Beautiful Anger


She walked towards the door
And in seconds was a wretched mess on the floor,
She tried to stand but was pulled down by fires
While slamming her on her head were her desires.
Just that one single mistake she was caught doing
To you this misunderstanding would be nothing,
If it exists in the realms of reality
Longer she’ll stay in the void of morality.
Then as her relentless anger rises
Longer she’ll stay in her own pitiful crisis,
Where she turns to find self-hate
And for confidence it is far too late.

Her screams run through her head
As silent, as the dead.
She tries to stand but is pulled down by fires
While slamming her on her head, are her desires.

This is, suicide ammunition.
Growing warts are knots of emotion
Mind and body will be killed
And only she, will be billed.
In detest she views her reflection
As claws rise up cradling revulsion.
All this is seen as one blazing fire
And everyone has one, even liars.

Her screams run through her head
As silent, as the dead.
She tries to stand but is pulled down by fires
While slamming her on her head, are her desires.

The fire of anger is born from her
When self-hate entwined with mistakes, innocent as a fawn.
Why do we see these fires in a dark light?
For aren’t they perfectly natural and right?
This beautiful anger
This powerful desire
Draped all around
With a fatally silent sound.

She walks out of the door
And away from the floor,
The door left unlatched
Waiting for the fires to re-attach,
This beautiful anger, this beautiful anger.

© Jenna Leanne Grabey 2012. All Rights Reserved.

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