Title: Wrath
Like a net it tangles its fools in its strings.
Pulling at the wrists of its puppets, making them dance to the sarow.
The fools slowly lose grip of sanity's hair.
Its golden locks disappear in the sight of red.
The fools stomp around like bulls in a ring.
Their frowns, equivalent to burns on the bull’s side.
Marking the victims of wrath.
Their visions blurred with red.
Smiles turn into frowns.
Frowns into scowls.
Scowls into grumbles.
Grumbles into yells.
Yells into screams.
Screams into silence.
Silence into gold.
Gold into greed.
Greed into anger.
Anger into Wrath.
And the cycle repeats.
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PoetryJust some edgy poems, and just random thoughts. I'll update when I want. Yeah, or you can ask me questions. So...yeah. Enjoy? ALSO WARNING ⚠️⚠️ some of these may contain some subjects that may trigger or make some people uncomfortable (ex. Self harm...
