Black blood mixed with the red
full of passion and of madness
You cage me in and my spirit is free
to latch out what is inside me
I in truth want to be free, why can't
you just let me be
Anger madness and the dark blood I have
embraced
freedom is inside of me, if you look
deep inside you can see
I want to be free, I want to roam and
I want the lion i see inside of me
I am caged up, I am not free as my spirit
searches for its lost soul, the cage you
have me in was not my intended goal
The blood that was red turns into black
thick blood as tears, a lost memory as
I feel no more fear
I shall kill who ever is in my way
does not matter if it is night or day
For what is life is the soul and spirit
are not ever free, a cage is no place
to live, don't you agree.
A contest entry
- Anger Inspired by Lionsloves Lair.
600 points, ended June 3, 2008, 1 entries
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Judges Comments...
Truly inspired by the prompt, I can feel the blood hot anger in this write, I felt a chill cross over my spine as I read...It could however do with some tightening up, some words are not needed, but I love the emotion this piece emits...well done and thank you for this wonderful contribution
~Lilac
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