XXV.
It's a fire in my veins, a storm in my head,
A scream that would tear the whole world dead.
It burns so hot, it sears my sight—
Red as a blade, fierce as a bite.
My blood boils thick, molten and raw,
Fury so deep I could rip through my jaw,
Claw at my flesh just to feel it bleed,
Tear through my skin to quiet the need.
It's a beast in my chest, it's a poison, a curse,
A wrath so wild I could shatter the earth.
And I can't hold it back, can't make it be still—
— Rage , 10/3/24
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