Anger makes you hotter, <br />If you were a beast, <br />you would have sharp nails and fur. <br />And as you howl in the night, <br />After a glorious feast. <br />Your only thought is, <br />You cannot spell slaughter, <br />with out spelling laughter. <br />blood thirsty as you are, <br />you think you are sane. <br />as your eyes dilate and change. <br />to a dark abyss. <br />You forget your name, <br />you show your teeth and hiss. <br />Then suddenly you blink. <br />You turn to smile at the moon. <br />You are glad things are not what they seem. <br />You must have dosed off, <br />it was just a dream. <br />Or are you now asleep?<br /><br />Poet of the River<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nightmares-thought/
