Emotion’s
Curse
When
anger turns in, the hatred comes out
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the loathing for frailty and weakness seen
Reflections
of self-disgust and that’s nothing august
How far
is the seething until you attack or cut until bleeding
Witness
stupidity, the lack of common sense
Enough to
anger until insanity and definitely incense
But guard
that temper for it’s not your friend
Those
seconds of destructive emotional release is a fiend
The world
that exists is not an unrelated mist
Self-centered
causes that sacrifice others will raise fists
Walking
the trip wire of emotionalist decision or reaction
Never
will a kiss be found, but regret, the curse
So vice
taps our shoulder and seduces
Welcome
mind altering substances or lecherous abuses
Headed
towards self-destruction and seeing only mortality
“What’s
the use”, is the final banality
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