Anger.

Ahh, Anger rises up yet again.
Boiling, heating, rushing through your blood.
You bring a new deffintion to hot blooded.
It rises to your hand, you last out
Blood on the floor
your wife sits there crying
Her cheeck drips blood slowly.
The hatred just radiates from her eyes now
She can't leave
you wont let her
She tried and you almost killed her.
-Michelle Dawn