The Anger Is Spilling Over Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The overachieving effect, short term illy efficacious.
Desire being not so understanding past a couple moves.
A split and fractured mind.
Division after devision.
A hearts incision.
A bloods boil continues into oblivion.
The heat is not passion, but anger.
The loathing details spread the living fire.
It has started now, and there is no simple way to put it out.
Not without inflicting some extreme pain.
Passing it off as if the storm is only temporary.
Let us quickly close both the shutters, and doors.
For it must not get in, we must defend and stay the course.
For revenge is a savage beast that will never cease, never let up.
No mercy in the iron cage, torture is but a stage of frolicking acts in the hope of revealing a cowardice truth.
Information cares not to be put upon the wind.
These mockery of games just brings about more to suffer.
A gallop of the horses stead.
Does not reveal which way it will go.
Strategy is the silence of tongues, and the revealing of forbidden secrets at the same time.
Shame is the wash rag that has been wrung with sprinkling bits of dirty water left to be acquired.
Dip it in some gasoline and watch it burn rather then letting spill over our own.
Consequences are wrought with illiteracy.
The blind man who thinks he can see.
But with what is he looking, if not his eyes one can only guess and surmise.