RedRavenPoems

Chains of crimson rage, make up the bindings of my cage. Lost within this deadly haze, a foreboding of my coming craze.

I see red all around, it’s a color, or perhaps a sound. It bleeds through everything it touches, grasping it all in sinister clutches.

It fills me with it’s rage. My mind goes into a wild daze. Filled with agony, plagued by doubt. The anger all of this will route.

It burns my tongue with a coppery taste, fills my body with unknown haste. Makes my heart begin to race. As I strive to keep control.

I know to let it have it’s way, will put me under angers sway. But the world all around me taunts and dares. Begging for the crimson burst, which I wish to never share.

It’s no use, I’m losing it all. I’m caught up in the haze’s thrall. It pulls me along on a wild ride. I’m caught in angers hellish stride.