Irritated Soul

Avenged never by bloodshed yet seeing red Never harming another yet thinking dark Growing harder to control and feeling stark Raving mad while pure rage unfolds Yes it is taking over reason and rationality Maybe these too will soon pass, be replaced And yet love can be too late, without grace Nodding silently to fury's haunting will Letters he's written yet never able to seal Ordinarly it's not his personality to steal Serenity from those who are content Eerily as of late he's been hell bent Sadly, more so with every season I've warned you now that wrath takes its toll Tangibly irritating everyones spirit, and soul