Forget It

Im angry all over.
Get away from me.
My anger will hurt you.
And I won't care.
My anger has taken over me.
Now it won't matter.
If it kills off you.
You are only another.
Another in my way.
Another distraction.
Another competitor.
Another fear.
Let me be angry.
Or else.
Or else I'll-.
Or else I'll break.
Into nothing.
Nothing- but anger.
The anger that resides.
From me.
From you.
From anything.
It is always plausible.
You may always be nothing.
With my anger by my side.
It tells me not to care.
But to fear.
To envy.
To crave.
To hate.
There is no more.
Of me to tell.
I stop now.
My anger lingers out of my hands.
It clenches your arm.
You scream.
And I stay still.
As my venomous grasp.
Is constant.
Is forever.
Is final.