Angry Demons

Drowning in black. Pulling me back is the red The rage that brings around my head The blood to bring about the blue flood, Not of tears, but of a flimsy handle on my fears To act ok I put on my face that I keep by the door and wear by day. Yet, I still can’t fight it, still give into Natures poison pulsing through my body, so angry. I feel the change as I morph into the animal. The bestial mannerisms burst forth, Dominating me. Pushing me to maim those that hurt me. Delighted, I deliver punishment Primal emotion drives me and I relish their pain. As another bone breaks. Skull shatters. Neck snaps. Person falls. I begin to run. I violently destroy all that get in my way. No longer am I the weak one. No longer subservient to tyranny. As I am thrust back into my human state….. I smile.