Anger

Toxic gall, pukish green

Dirt sodden toes on pure tile

Irked grimace concealed, unseen

Cleverly hid beneath a smile.

"Don't pull back the curtain," half-heartedly I warn...

"You are not ready for the storm behind the calm."

The tongue drips with honey of blessings golden sweet...

There is deadly poison; curses that you willingly, eagerly eat.

One half languishes, bitterly cries and cries.

The other merely cackles as you drink in the crafty lies.

Scarlet burns beneath, crimson scalds and boils

While I watch another reap the fruits of my toil.

Stay away former darling; fallen idol, friend untrue

For if you choose to think it ends, yourself you will undo.

You see, foolish mortal, while my left beckons you to me

Behind my back, waiting to hack, is an axe in my right for thee.

Slowly you dance to my tune, and I? I bide my time.

When you are finally within reach, there is much I have to grind.

You're mistaken very much to think I've buried the hatchet.

Press me just once more and I swear you'll swiftly catch it.

You will rue the day, you'll rue it! By Gods how sorry will you be...

Continue with your careless ways and your ass will belong to me!