Torch

I fell into a rage of malice my anger turned the pages to flames and grew bigger, the blaze wouldn't hinder so I continued with hatred my heart burned, oh it hurt murder was a stain on these pages. Face it, I'm manic and can't stop writing my pen feels enticed to write words to jump back out of this rediculous poem of run on sentences and try and bite me. If I was you I would fight me. Can't hold back any longer I need gasoline, ignite me. Can words hold energy? If they do I hope I inspired you to become angry and find the run on sentences of my poem the remedy. I'm no longer mad, but I hope you are.