Rage Within Tears

Your words of art
turn into scribbles of crayola
as you speak your words to me,
regreting it everytimeyour lips move.
The winter wings of an angel turn hell red,
ripping the heavon from the core to the vision of mortals.
How can you see joy within missery,
when it bleeds pain out of my heart,
beat for beat,
replacing love with hate.
My anger for you has grown higher than God's throne,
on the highest cloud in the sky,
that sky...
so blue like Miami water,
reminds me of tears.
I - AM BLEEDING - Rage!
But when raged is being blead
it does not come crimson,
It is crystal clear like gems & diamonds,
a treasure lost in a trapped mine,
imprisoning all in search.
When I bleed rage...
it looks like I am crying.
Emotions began to erupt with the devil's face tattoed across them.
Seems I am oblivious to your care,
Horribly mesmerized by fear,
but fear soon becomes over powered by rage.
Saitan-
Why do you keep using me?
Birthing your power upon me,
Using my energy for destruction of the world,
then leaving a white phoenix,
booming withe darkness of the black winged phoenix.
All I see is a balance,
white and black are on opposed sides like a libra scale.
But the rage within my tears,
is ceased behind a dam of a heart!