Anger locked up, in a cage,
A cage that can't, take much more,
It's slowly weakening, from the rage,
Because I won't, open the door.
I can't allow it, to escape,
No telling what, I'll do,
There's no telling, what it's cape-,
Able, of doing to you.
Blood flows, out of me,
I can't make, it stop,
I can't hear, speak, or see,
I'm about to drop.
Finally, the door breaks,
My anger's bursting out, full force,
The earth is afraid, it can't take the quakes,
Earth will die, when my anger runs its' course.
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do i care
y do i have to live y do i care for my friends y do i love someone y do i feel like trash
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