Rage

Hidden under my skin,
my rage has grown deep inside of me,
but you have went too far,
and now all of you will see.

My eyes are red with fury,
my heart beats fast and insane,
you have struck me with your words.
with your daggers of pain.

I bleed with sadness,
That sadness you have killed,
My rage is alive.
With anger, my heart is filled.

The ugly weapons of agony
are now what fuel me.
the weapons that will destroy you
are the daggers that once killed me.

I watch the blood,
it begins to pour from your wound.
I’ll cut you again.
For your death will never be too soon.

You scream in pain
I am delighted.
When I see your wounds,
I smile with excitement.

My anger marches on
I am no longer myself.
My rage flares up,
as you scream for help.

I didn’t want to do this,
but I am sick of all your lies,
and because of all your hatefulness,
you, not me shall die.