Anger

Let's talk about anger.

it kills you, doesn't it?

makes your blood boil as your spit seethes in silence

i speak to you, little tasmanian devil,

the one snubbed before your shout reached out

to more stable grounds

the ropes cut you into a cute little convenience, didn't they?

i'll tell you what, the jokes really on your idea of having had two horns at all

for you get to choose what you want in place of your plack wings

a spire? the tail of one who dwells undersea?

you could be greater than the captain of that ship called nautilus, you know

i've seen you do it,

and really, i mustn't say,

but you really have no other choice going where you're going

yes, you'll stand on that platform,

winds raging beyond what's known to us

i've seen you do it.

will i be with you?

oh no, no

this is all you, dear lover

lover?

since when are we acquainted like that,

what makes of good-intentioned evil?

dear lost, dark, lover

your pretense of having lost the map written in your heart really makes my day,

you know