Anger in it's Ugliest Form

Sneaking, creeping up, slowly on unsuspecting good, Kind Heart.
Claws, sinking deeply. Feeling icy fingers digging in, not relenting. Death grip.
Kind Heart is changing.
Crushing, aching, thoughts racing.
Kind heart, has let Satan seep, into her core.

Terrible, destruction is about to unfold
as Satan works his way like a worm,
into the very soul of Kind Heart. His angry dance
maiming, blinding, stealing, claiming, joy, spirit and love.

Kind Heart, is dying.
Satan's ugly, evil ways are winning.
All is lost, thinks Kind Heart.

A lover's touch. A positive thought. A sweet gesture
awaken's Kind Heart, from the depths, of her dance with the Devil.
Compassion stirs. A glimse of light. Satin's icy grip is melting.

Haunting memories, scar Kind Heart.
Though the light, has brought new hope.
Calm again, bringing peace within.
"Look over your shoulder", Satan threatens, "for I
shall return."