I never understood why people said anger is red, because it's not. It's black.727Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR8WvYIjs5v
It's the darkness of blacking out.
The metallic taste of blood.727Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdxgzA7rZnY
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.727Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZJti9gxieD
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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