Anathema

And then the fumes of anger pass by me, like some gas of rotten gas. It wafts by and stifles me. Clogging my arteries, veins and circulation. It clogs up my entire system and creates such a stink!
There is no clean air to breathe.
I suffocate.
I die.
And its all anger.
Its all that rotten egg air that fouls up everything inside of me,
misdirecting myself from me.
Creating another entity that is so not me.
Its that stink inside of me,
that walks beside mostly,
but sometimes i am besides myself and it is inside of me,
wafting around and making me what i am not.