Broken Rage
Rivers of red run through my head,
Like a fever sickening my mind,
Poisoning the ounce of sanity that remains,
Swallowing the innocence locked inside.
Clouding my judgment,
Invoking my hatred of you,
The pain you put me through,
The mental anguish that plagues me,
The hellish rage rising inside,
To the point of exploding.
Fire burns in my dark eyes,
So bad I want to hurt you,
To tear you apart inside,
As you broke me once before,
Leaving me laying there bleeding on the curb.
Now you will know my pain,
You will feel my hell,
Live it as I had so many months past,
You can have my heart,
As long as I can devour your soul.
Copyright © Robert Needles | Year Posted 2012
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