Victim of Rage

Forever feeling broken,a victim of pure rage,I feel like some kind of animal,forever locked up in a cage...There comes a time in my life,I just feel the need to smile,or less you've walked in my shoes,you havent walked a mile..The last note i have written,these are my final hours,feel sick with anxiety,my grave you bring me flowers...My soul is out my body,before my body hits the ground,people start screaming,in my ears that final sound..Eternal love envelopes me,as I look up and see the lord,a golden staircase at my feet,at where ill be adored..