Blind Rage

I can't contain this rage,it's got it's grip on me.
The more of it I reveal,the less I care to see.
I contend with my self but there's no reasoning,
To why I live like a condemned human being.

This madness has eroded away my mind,
All my thoughts have begun to shift and bind.
I can't find enlightment or mere delight,
In this anger driven abyss in my sight...

If I could somehow redeem my self esteem,
I could maybe overcome this twisted theme.
Where there is no room for smiles or laughters,
Only mad fits that have personality actors.

When ire becomes my full control in thought,
I stare into the wounds that my hands have brought,
I find amusement in the aftermaths of my nature,
Despite the emotions that fill my mind with anger....