I wrote this in high school, in senior year.  My great friend, Brandon Clark, helped me tweak it.  Between working with him, and the mental images I try to recreate, this is one of my personal favorites.

"The Beauty of Malevolence"

I can see it in your eyes
the anger, the energy
Hardening your eyes into crystals
glistening with power

The power of the Id as desire takes control
It makes you beautiful

It highlights your lips, pursed and ready
Your eyes penetrate the depths of one's mind
Like the perfect sapphire steals the breath of men

The anger, the rage
Fine tuning our every action
allowing the body to Burn with an excess of
pure, unrefined energy

I want to kiss you
I want to blend your searing anger with mine
and turn it to passion...

Our bodies pressed, our lips fused
We fall on the field of roses
The skies turn red
Above our heads
The leaves of the flowers wilt black
The blossoms radiate in violent hues
as lightning arcs through the sky...

Our anger to passion
The world to dust
I want to find love
That will not rust
if we can love in our hate
So it be true
That love will never fade

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The only drawback
is in the anger
must lie a mind of control
We must not be blind
or then You and I
are simply satiating lust,
Our minds shall be clear
as we gather the anger
until we can vent
in the perfect pure rage that we must