I am bottled anger.
Violence burns within me;
A potent drug, rage.
With it, I could topple
The mountain's height:
How much more could I destroy you,
Pitiful worm.
I am danger incarnate:
Death personified.
Be thankful I am sane,
And controlled;
-Bottled anger-
If I were not,
You would cease to be.
Anger is a virus
That needs not even air
To propagate contagion
Whenever it is shared.
Anger can't be placed in quarantine
To contain its vicious spread
For anger feeds upon itself
And burns a flaming red.
Anger is all consuming
Anger does not desist
From destroying sensibilites
In that haze of its red mist.
FUCK YOU I'M THROUGH
I WANT NOTHING MORE FROM YOU
MY SANITY IS WEARING THIN
I RATE, I HATE
YOU DETERMINED YOUR OWN FATE
NOW EVERYTHING IS CAVING IN
FUCK YOUR POWER TRIP AND
FUCK YOUR ATTITUDE AND
FUCK YOUR BLOATED EGO TOO
FUCK YOUR HISTORY, YOUR TRAGEDY, YOUR MISERY
BUT MOST OF ALL.......FUCK YOU!
FUCK THIS, ALL OF THIS
BITCH AND MOAN AND BLEED AND PISS
SECONDS AWAY FROM GOIN' DOWN
GO AHEAD AND PUSH ME
YOUR FAKERY, YOUR BUTCHERY
IS NOTHING COMPARED TO MY HATE FOR YOU
FUCK YOUR APATHY AND
FUCK YOUR EMPATHY AND
FUCK YOUR NIHILISM, TOO
FUCK YOUR BITTER PILLS, TAKE EM ALL, YOU
NEVER WILL
BUT MOST OF ALL.......FUCK YOU!
NOTHING CHANGES, NOTHING FAZES, NOTHING
STAYS THE SAME
FUCK YOUR POWER TRIP AND
FUCK YOUR ATTITUDE AND
FUCK YOUR BLOATED EGO TOO
FUCK YOUR HISTORY, YOUR TRAGEDY, YOUR MISERY
BUT MOST OF ALL....... MOTHERFUCKER FUCK YOU!