Inner rage

Don't take this too seriously, it's just a poem. Murder isn't exactly on my bucket list.

Axe to the neck

hammer to the spine

slam my fists

into your eyes

set you on fire

choke you with your hair

you act so entitled

but don't give me no care

cut you in pieces

gouge out your eyes

you embody everything

that I loathe and despise

I would break off your arms

for less than a dime

you have suppressed me

for the last time

spit in your face

defile your worth

you are disgusting

it's what you deserve

I'm barely still human

my heart's cold and blue

I'll rip out your throat

spit your own blood on you

I pummel you dead

without giving a s**t

my remorse has run out

because you're a hypocrite

in the name of progression

you perpetuate the past

Please bury yourself

So I can be free at last

You bullied me first

now I bully you worse

You left me in ashes

now for suffering I thirst

If you wanted to live

and you wanted respect

maybe you shouldn't

have left my soul for dead

I'm broken inside

filled with torrents of rage

because people like you

keep the world in a cage

You call yourself noble

I say you're a tyrant

I'd fight you alongside

the rebel alliance

Before you go pointing

a finger at me

you best look at yourself

and try real hard to see

how your ignorant s**t

causes all of our grief

all I'm saying is you should

open one eye in sleep

fortunately there's nothing

that I could ever do

cause you have the power

and the law stands with you

But perhaps if there was

a purge of the law

I'd be kicking your body

into a shallow grave raw