Poems/Hollow

Hollow Anger

I don't know what's happening, what went wrong?

Another breakdown is coming on.

For what reason, do I despair?

Pointless rage, rising up.

My eyes, blank expressionless slates.

This rage is something of a habit.

An addiction, of which my body craves.

No emotion behind it, just a temporary high.

Just another drug, with an unwelcome withdrawal.

I try so hard to fight back.

Violence wins out in the end.

Poison blood, fuels this unholy need.

A rage-aholic junkie, who is a psycho forever.

Schizophrenia, is what they call these delusions.

I know for a fact, it's simply hollow anger.

Lone Wolf1990 02:39, April 15, 2010 (UTC)