Angry in Tone

So angry in tone,
in action as well
with the fire and brimstone
and fury of hell,
the words spew forth
from a mouth of acid
bubbling over and out of,
destroying the flaccid.
He throws the bolts
and fires the clashes
until a body's burned
leaving a corpse's ashes.
If there is another,
a present agitator,
he will inform her
as her voice becomes fainter,
as he breaks down wills
and penetrates souls,
defeating the difficult,
the stubborn wholes
and leaving behind victims
who never saw it coming,
left without the former will,
left with only fear in running.

Tripping

Tripping out.
Tripping balls.
Moving back,
the moving walls.
The flames absent,
the ones not there
are bursting further
into the air.
The fire blows
and consumes
all that no
longer blooms
and goes out
in my mouth
while I try
to scream and shout.
The fire disappears
and goes away
in time for me
to go astray
but not before
it's gone without care,
the fire that
was never there.

What It Is

It's low, it's rough,
it's harsh, it's tough.
It roars, it screams,
it moans, it gleams.
It cries, it whines,
it's sick, it's fine.
It's short, it's long,
it's right, it's wrong.
It's false, it's true,
it knows, it hasn't a clue.
It's honest, it's a liar,
it's ice, it's fire.
It's genuine, it's a fake,
it's pavement, it's a lake.
It's the world, it's a dream,
it's hidden, it's seen.
It's a promise, it's broken,
it means everything, it's just a token.
It's serious, it's a joke,
it's life, it's a screen of smoke.