In the mood for grrr



I might look calm

It is my way

But beneath

A scream

My mood

Black as night



Angry at the world

At you

At me


But this will pass

Because day follows night

And I know blue skies


“You go into the office and take a book or two from the shelves. You read a few lines, like your life depended on reading ’em right. But you know your life doesn’t depend on anything that makes sense, and you wonder where in the hell you got the idea it did; and you begin to get sore.” – Jim Thompson, The Killer Inside Me