In the crevice of arrogance the knives twist and turn tumbling from their blocks, crashing to the earth Tidal waves of anger thrash against the shore beating at the rocks, menacing to the core Somewhere in the desert, sands of ire reel in storms Dunes flattened by their fury,upon the crusty floor Magma buried beneath the skin, threatens to errupt Lava regurgitates,from acrimonious ducts Seething anger bubbles, patience wearing thin boiling point has been achieved,still barely contained under the skin Red eyed and fuming, steam pouring from the ears All the anger bottled up inside for twenty years Without warning, without reason, no thought to consequence Can't control it any longer, can't take your arrogance Back off now while you still can, before this rage transpries I've had it with your hypocrisy, I've had it with your lies Run now, don't look back, lest you should feel the burn Lord knows I've felt it all my life, now the tables turned You can rationalise all that you've done, but it won't change a thing You can change the mask you wear, but not what's beneath your skin....
Reason for writing:
My mother.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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