RED

Long poem about how I truly got my name

How did I get my nickname?
When all thought leaves your brain
And is replaced with a flame
Anger is the one you blame

When all your feelings are dead
Explicits are said
Your whole minds being led
By that feeling of Red

You argue you bicker and you fight
While your blood boils to a brand new height
To be irate ain't always all right
And you beat them to show your might

When your mind and fists are wed
All intellect by now has fled
Only one to be bred
The damnation of Red

Your life sucks so you drink
To avoid what you think
Yes there may be a link
As your mind shall now sink

Yes this is still the same poem
It's long so I can show them

How did I get that name?
I am not that flame.
My thoughts fill their brain
I am the one to blame.

The angers not red,
The anger is me
Fuck the rhyme scheme
The red that you see is the hate
The hate that you see when you see me
I'm not red
I'm when you see red
It's okay
I love to hate me too.