• Anger is the color of blood
    it tastes like rust
    it sounds like firecrackers
    As it moves down your arm slowly and painfully you make another cut and I flinch in agony
    I just cant take it anymore
    you look at me with fire in your eyes and put your arms around me staining my shirt with the red blood
    Blood doesnt make the world go round,neither does money nor gravity its anger and love
    Our anger at each other and love between us
    what the hell do you want from me?
    You know what i need and you know when I've refused it.
    You tell me its ok and i shouldn't be scared.
    You hold me in your arms and say to me
    "its going to be..."