Anger’s Scarlet
Piping magma pools in my brain,
Anger’s scarlet blaring like summer’s cicadas on a hot day,
That bright red calling for my name,
Blood begging to drip and gather all the same.
Thoughts dread me unwillingly,
Self restraint hides deliberately,
The call of that rouge,
It’s too hard to refuse.
Casing anger in an expanding box,
Too much too little,
Life is not enough,
That righteous feeling we were made to suffer.
Crimson coats me delicately,
The pain I seek a false pleasure,
I did not meet their measure,
Miscalculated and calculated still,
Cuts think they can fill my canvas’ quill.
Vermillion paints my skin,
A face spread wild with a wicked grin,
Darkness fills my eyes,
Cherry surrounds me in my final goodbyes.