Anger

A single tear is shed ,

born from an inner hatred.

A single slap is felt,

redness follows the tainted.

Before the rage comes a cry ,

a way to show the hurt and a will to fly.

The walls close in , the blindness comes 

Insanity is an angel's torture

and the coldness , a stillness in the air descends. 

A hand still raised just simply hovers, 

the beating of a broken heart is no longer is in his favor.