PokemonRangerRiley

Biting you tongue. Holding back a storm Of lashing phrases, Conceived to destroy and kill. Breathing Regularly. Though you heart is pumping Hot boiling blood, Ready to erupt at Everything and anything in sight. Anger Management. Closing your eyes As you stab and tear With all you imagination. Standing still. As the adrenaline Rushes to your fingertips, As your spine goes tense And the world pauses. Anger Management. The only way to kill your enemy repetedly And walk away unstained.

Love from a Brit will make your eyes roll Love from a frenchman is like love from a troll Love from a Russian will end in concussion Love from a Greek will make your knees weak Love from a Spaniard will surpass your high standards Love from Koreans always end with your breasts Love from a German gives you pains in your chest But love from an Italian, that's what I think is best