Anger

My heart has no pride,
For it shall be black;
No love...
No peace,
Not even a smile,
Coming from a black hearted girl;
For she does not love...
But does create toucher.
Her eye's glow red,
As her wings will stretch;
Down to hell,
With no return...
She will never be fore filled.
Not even with a soul,
Her eye's show nothing but death;
Get in her way...
And you'll go down!
Faster then before.