I never understood why people said anger is red, because it's not. It's black.532Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLuHJlIcEiH
It's the darkness of blacking out.
The metallic taste of blood.532Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡem0VWkPQud
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.532Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4ImdPLKinP
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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