BullTag MakerML Member's blog: "My Original Poetry"

The rage within me burns,

 To strike out in anger my mind yearns.

To quench the thirst for pain,

 This anger pumps through my vien,

I want to release this pent up rage,

 Let my demon out of its cage.

Run rampant upon the streets,

 Slaying everyone it meets.

Till there is no blood left to shed,

 Then my demon can retire to bed.

But rest assured it wont be long,

 Till someone else does me wrong.

Then the demon once more must be released,

 Till the provoker once more is deceased.

©Kenneth Johnson 6/7/09 1:52AM