Rage

It festers deep inside

Boiling bubbling in my hide

The bands I placed to hold it back

Are crackling, wrenching, snapping before the claque

My hands are numb and shaking

Skin is crawling, reverberating

Eyes are bloodshot, vision blurry

Conscience shattered in my fury

Every day so many failures

And not one of us a savior

Who could stave my growing madness

Removing bile from my sickness

Because each and every day it's there

Watching over me in my despair

And like a god on high above

Every now and then gives me a shove

And so I lose myself to rage

Destructive magics now at play

As my hatred seizes all I am

The madness rids those who offend

And so I'm stuck here wondering why

That this horrid thing inside

Always fixes life the way I crave

And all unhappiness it staves.

Perhaps

Just maybe

It has purpose.