Anger. Frustration. Both undeniably strong currently in my body.
Multiplying themselves like cancer cells, like making themselves home for the best.
Like something is eating me up from the inside.
I wish to destroy, to erase something's presence from the surface of the Earth.
But I couldn't.
Because logically speaking, everything that's vanished became what didn't.
If fury anger is red, then i couldn't understand why am I feeling pit-black now.
Felt like having a piece of cigarette, consuming drug to soothe my roaring rage from exploding from it's core.
To make sure I'm still human and sane as usual. To lie to myself that I would never hate you as the despicable being you really are.
So somebody, grant me a blade or a pistol.
For all I crave for to end this as though never-ending anger is something that could impale my soul and leave a mark on it's seemingly transparent being.
But would you ever know, the moment it went through the actually filthy piece of me, I will be release from it, and reborn again..
