Anger cours...

Anger courses through veins of blood, turning my soul into a mass of black, an eager voice tries to reveal the pain within but then black turns blue, and cold, and quiet, it keeps to itself and wants nothing to do with the outside world, it feels exposed and open to attack, and instantly closes out all who try to get close, then a glimpse of the sun reaches through my skin and warms my soul, feeling safe in the open I live again, to only have some one reach through my defnesless self and to strike me down... the sky turns red and fear over takes all feeling, panicing, running, fleeing... for my life, I stop and look back on my journey and feel the same anger course through my veins once more...Unspoken words eat you up, you need to let them go, but what happens when you cant say everything how you wanted it to come out, your poetry sounds like shit, you feel horribleI have no talent for poetry, I have the feeling I dont have the written words though, passion disapears as the words go onto the screen and the meaning gets lost somewhere between my head and my finger tips... what then.... what then...Thats why i put so much stock into music, the melody breaks the silence, the lyrics cleanse the soul, the beat penetrates the soul and the passion lives within the music and no one can take that away