POISON INSIDE: PART ONE, RAGE
Anger is a malady for which there is no cure
If I have learned anything, it is that for sure.
It’s boiling hot, burns one from the inside
Makes one think they are consumed, will die.
It has its uses, though in truth not many
And most choose to use it up. A crutch in times of need .
They pay the truth of it little heed.
It will burn you, use you, consume your soul.
You’ll be lost, alone, adrift with no goal.
Once that flame is lit. It never willingly goes out.
It will rage and scream, unholy words it shouts .
It’s a beast once freed from its cage
It knows only one thing. That it promises pain.
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