Rage of the Soul
-1 July 2009-
anger...hated...rage...wrath
boils along my skin, can you feel it?
see these lies behind my cold eyes
I revel in these feelings.
my rage is contained in my beast.
it's the one quiet place, I can think, I can be peace.
In my hatred, I spout creativity
I spout inspiration to the masses of my soul
in my anger I control
I control my sanity.
having no fear of death can make one foolish
Night and Death become me, for I hear their call.
If the Darkness surrounds me, I am at his eternal mercy.
Through the mists of night, Death calls to me, but my rage responds.
She uncurls from her deep slumber, as if the siren's song calls
My wrath is a solid brick wall. my shield, my tower, my home.
if it ever fell down, there would be Hell. I am the predator,
don't give me your gun. Your holy crosses and your God can't save you now.
ANGER. Hatred. Rage and Wrath. Oh, Violence. How I'd love nothing better than to snap your neck.
Oh, how I long to kill you. shhh! Can you hear it?
RUN...run from me.
