anger is perhaps the most fulfilling of all the emotions. what it gives to us is beyond the power of any other feeling. the feeling of unadulterated anger rushing through your veins, subduing everything that surrounds you and enclose you in sheer exhilaration, is purely orgasmic . the instant surge of untamed power coupled with the onset of the awakening of our atavistic feralis is gratifying. to become the way nature has intended us to be is like a home coming. we all are savage...and that is what anger, which is a manifestation of our longing to be what we innately are, allows us to do.
anger.....is what i am filled with when i think of the past...a rage so brutal that even i am afraid to confront it. anger... is what i seek solace in when i think of old, dilapidated, derelict bonds. a rag doll; that is what they make me appear... use and throw...hate...black...sick and tired...redundant..bull shit.. friendship..dear...damn you....idiot...photograph...fake.screw you...love....whatever.
random words echo in my head. my anger pounds my head like a merciless thunderstorm. and i enjoy it. it is my punishment for being the fool that i was. it liberates me.... i am being purged of my sins.... absolved of all the guilt. there are no tears but fading memories of what was and eluding promises of what might have been. was it so difficult to comprehend? was i blind? or was it my faith in the faithless too strong? sycophants....leeches....that is what i think of you. lay off me. i know you now..............my anger gets a justification.
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just the way i think it should be put in...a random selection of words...that still mean the whole life...do you realise you get angry at anger itself when you think of the past?
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