Rage

This rage is boiling inside of me, I wanna set it free.
So many ways of showing my anger,
tired of feeling like a bent up hanger.
Suffering silently just isn't me.

I close my eyes an imagine violent things,
that only my rage brings.

How I long to take that knife,
and end another's life.
Bash their into a wall,
and watch their blood as it does fall.
Bring upon them all my emotional pain,
and solidify my gory fame.