I never understood why people said anger is red, because it's not. It's black.934Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFmwC6irxZS
It's the darkness of blacking out.
The metallic taste of blood.934Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2T2Vqvk0Ko
The pain accompanying the sound of knuckles slamming into a brick wall.
It's the slew of curses that flows past chapped lips.
It's blue eyes growing dark, much like the blackness that distorts vision.
It is dark, like the black part of the soul we hide within ourselves.934Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ1aeY2X6Gx
Anger is the night, scariest on the calmest night.
Anger is consuming.
Anger is destruction.
And sometimes, bittersweet anger flows through me.
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