I lay here on this mustard couch
Outside in the darkness of my house
I linger in the reception all night
My legs are put firmly aside
My head is filled with thoughts so loud
It shatters everything inside me
Temperature is hot and melting
Although the house is damp and cold
Can’t breath air, I can only breath hatred
My Heart is pounding hard like bullets
In my chest, my muscles are tense
My body is twitching in anger
Energy swirls around my skin
My hands feel tingly and numb
Disturbing hot air covers my aura
My eyes are widening and turning to black
I feel nothing but the need to kill
I feel nothing but wrath and anger
A vortex of dark energy hits my head
Making it full of blood that is heavy
Heavier than stones, hotter than a volcano
Experiencing it to the fullest instead of fighting it
That’s what I always do, and enjoy doing
All alone, still outside in the dark
Sorrow, anger, wrath, and darkness
Past memories, and every pain comes alive
The dog came barking at me in dismay
I gave him a glare, trying to send it some of it
My negativity and blackness backed it off
I keep thinking of the desperate need I have
To smash things off, kill him brutally, heartlessly
To rebel, spread bitterness and destruction
I kept ridding with my beautiful fantasy in my head
Stabbing him with a sharp knife
More than ten stabs on his body
To get this toxic feeling out of mine
Screaming, swearing at him while murdering him
Impulsively tearing out his pumping heart
Biting it so hard in agony and wrath
Chewing it then spitting it on his face
Stepping on him with my spiked pride
But I still feel this consuming dark feeling
Its dark black red color runs in my veins
It coils, it runs, it spreads, and it goes on
I just want destruction, submission and justice
Can’t help but screaming silently with my open mouth
Warm tears starts to fall down my cheeks
Onto the ground carrying every pain I suffer
I kept screaming silently with my mouth opened
A small groan escaped me accidentally
While I was screaming silently
Trying to let this feeling so strong out
But I felt worse, I felt so enraged
I only wish I can pass this to death
The waning moon shines on my cheeks
Cleansing me but I keep generating the same feeling
I keep doing this forever, I can’t feel anything
But this red lava burns deep inside of me
Have you felt it this intense before?
I doubt it! It’s very different with me
Sometimes, things around me move, lights play
Everything makes cracking sounds
I hear voices and sounds, I’m getting worn out
Of this strange habit, it goes wild
When I feel this way secretly
It’s a feeling, I feel quite a lot
Called Fury