Seeping through the mottled wallpaper of my heart,
this anger seethes, bubbling and rising,
encasing my mind, body and soul with rage.
It tastes metallic, with a hint of rare steak.
It smells like the feathers inside my pillow.
It sounds like a hundred screeching nails on a blackboard.
It looks like me, curled up on my bed, cursing the world.
It feels like a spiderbite, venom coursing through my veins.
All in all, it wears me down.
ba boom ba boom ba boom.
ba boom ba boom ba boom ba booooom.