Literature
Emotion VII: Aggression
Red
World painted crimson deceit
Receive my grim message of hate
'Cause yet your face color my rage all too well
Oh, conscript this illusive fate; your blooded face sewing oceans upon the floors of my abode
Broken bones, the least of your problems, my sweetest focus of hatred impersonated
A catalyst, a cataclysm, defeat my inner demons unless you want to feel the pummeled reason
Through fists and fits, no control will come before my unintelligent rampage
New levels of hell conceived
Painful to see you lay in that pool of liquid self-loathing failure
Painful
in deed