i feel it in my bloodstream,
i feel it my eyes,
i feel it in my throat
when i'm screaming to be heard,
when i'm punching the walls,
when i realize there's nothing i can do
to stop the anger, the rage, the fury
that makes my vision reddish
behind my blue spectales
that are not enough
to keep me from hating myself
and wishing you were dead.
YOU ARE READING
c o l o r c o d e d
Poetry❝i found the devil, i found him in a lover, and his lips like tangerine, in his color coded speak❞ © morning lilac '17
