I never understood why people said anger is red, because it's not. It's black.839Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjxnh8B2ueN
It's the darkness of blacking out.
The metallic taste of blood.839Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDsyuyEteO1
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.839Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTTj2449RqB
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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