I am addicted to my anger, to the bitter taste of it in my mouth.
I am addicted to my anger, to the warmth it brings to me.
I am addicted to my anger, I feed from it, it is a part of me,
a blackness in my soul, a never ending well full of twisted shapes and broken promises.
I can see my anger leaking from my eyes, hear it on my breath,
My anger takes the shape of your name and I scream