RAGE!

I've never harbored this feeling so foreign to my nature, At least, never so fully and earnest, What crouches in me now is a creature devoid of sentiment, Brooding like a storm, Blackened malice courses through my veins, Cloaked wraiths cloud out judgement, And reason falls on deaf ears, The darkness of avenging angels fills me up, And starve my cells if set free, An ever-present crashing of symbols and banging of drums, BOOM! I'm becoming undone.