I never understood why people said anger is red, because it's not. It's black.817Please respect copyright.PENANA2j6NIYzvGQ
It's the darkness of blacking out.
The metallic taste of blood.817Please respect copyright.PENANAM0WAkOvIq5
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.817Please respect copyright.PENANAQ4Vw41cxCh
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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