Wrath

This is what my soul does at night

You turn to the night

 as all else fails

 hoping to find your light.

 The burning rage within your heart with an eye out for revenge.

 The cold of night, with chills to the bone, fill your lungs tonight.

 You find comfort in the darkness,

 as no one there can see what you become.

 A monster leashed in society, free to roam this night.

 The trees offer comfort, and some words of wisdom.

 You interpret their "whooshes" and wallows as you freely stride along.

 Your mind races and your pace quickens,

 only to lead you faster to nowhere.

 The clouds thicken as the branches do,

 attaching your soul to the night.

 The beast within,

 scheming to reach out,

 has almost completed it's task.

 You have no face in here.

 You have no soul,

  no emotion,

 no feeling; Only pure adrenaline and instinct.

 It is here where you learn what the world is made of,

 small pieces at a time.

 You begin to understand your path,

 and embrace the clouded forest as your home.

 Your howl can be heard at miles away, at the place you use to call home.

 The world is no longer the same.

 Society is no longer your equal.

 You are an instrument of anarchy,

 you choose your own path.

 Be ready world, for here i come- The Almighty "Wrath".