Anger

This one's Older but it's one I am proud to say I wrote, another rather dark one 
 
 
It's Over 
Broken lines, 
Blood dripping spines. 
A rage of hate, 
Don't worry it's already to late. 
Destruction, 
Damnation. 
There's fucking nothing here, 
Except some feeding fear. 
Life is a reaper, 
Pain the chyld's keeper. 
Confusion, I don't care, 
Life is no where near fair. 
I've given up exhausted and broken, 
Words thought never spoken. 
I've longed for something better, 
Some message in a bottle, an unread letter. 
Disgust eats a mind, 
Years down the road, my body you'll find. 
Ravaged and raped, twisted and torn, 
Broken was something sworn. 
It's done, the end, 
I wait for hell my soul to send. 
 -Dec05 Sheena Allen