Anger pumping throughout my veins
Hatred soaking all my pain
Disgust crawling on my skin
Rage bottled up in a grenade
Waiting for me to pull the pin
Spite etching my every word
Fury so evidently heard
Spilling from my poisoned lips
Angered words causing hate to drip
Sick of the bitches
Loving to snitch
Sick of the lies
And devious spies
Done with the act
Accepted the fact
Done with your game
Now it's my turn to play
- aj
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tainted souls ✎ poetry
Poetrydedicated to the good, the broken and the undeserving a book of my poetry trigger warnings will be placed in chapters if needed - aj
