Netashi

Spilled milk

Apple juice used to taste good

Theta was here, standing in front of a table he was mad with no one but himself

• Rage is unwelcoming & welcoming like an odor that is pleasant

Somewhat like coffee or cars around the morning I don’t resent

• Barges in like a friend that means well but overall is annoying

It pokes you till you crack and attack and watches while enjoying

• It cackles & spectates as you hurt with words and touch

You never meant it but it happened it makes you hurl out your lunch

• As you sit & gawk witnessing the horror that is anger fuzed with you

For humans can host the anger but can barely control it it’s true

• Bonds are strained & creations are tattered and bruised like a whore

When we act like this our spirit is tainted and will be the same nevermore