Anger

A poem for those who have never been able to express their rage in words.

This fuel burns inside me like a ravaging flame,
dancing, twisting spiriling into a frame.
Of the masterpiece of destruction and rage I will soon unfold,
It will be violent and insane, a true wonder to behold.
For this feeling grasps me and commands my will,
Forcing me to break the bones of others till their mangled bodies lay still.
I spin, I toss And I toil to try to rid of this catastrophic illness,
Only to find that without this, my life is only stillness.
Because now this combustible feeling accustomed i have become,
For with it I lay waste to all of the impending scum.
The ones who are unthankful for what they have now,
It causes not only me but many others to raise a brow.
So let this Anger and madness continue thorughout my life,
than the ones who oppose me will know of my furious strife.
They will wish that they never unchained this gruesome beast,
For than they will be lifeless on the floor, maybe even deceased