Wrath and Rain

I woke up angry today
The taste of blood bitter and sweet
Clinging in the curves in my mouth
My teeth had split my lip in sleep
Through the window the sky is threatening to rain
My hand curl into fists, my nails digging into my palm
The chains of hatred creep and tighten around my throat
Around my wrists, simply all around me
The pain in this body is like a whip hitting
The monster that lives inside my soul
Splitting its skin and bringing it to the surface
I have to breath, I have to calm down
Outside the rain starts to fall in a seattle mist
Building up in its own expression of mania
Turning into a hail storm that beats the house
I fall to my knees and scream in fury
Beating my fists against the floor in a frenzied rage
The hits barely audible above the scream of hail
I can't fucking fight a sickness I cannot name
Each hit to the floor I wish for my fist to break
Begging for a physical injury instead of this weakness
That the bones in my hand would shatter
There is no enemy but this body of mine
No one to hurt but myself in this situation
No outside threat, just the family curse in my veins
There is nothing I can do and I fall back against the wall
Sobbing in sharp bitterness unable to breathe
The tears cut lines as they slide down my face
The bruises slowly blooming across my knuckles
Nothing will ever put out the wrath that lives in me
And death is but a coward for this approach
Maybe when this is all over the creature that made me
Will finally meet the wretched being they created
And when they do I hope I get to punch them