It comes to me on wings of fire,
This demon known as rage,
Burning me from the inside out,
During the internal battle that I wage.


Its foul claws twist my thoughts,
Its darkness blinding my eyes,
Leaving me with tunnel vision,
As my controll slowly dies.


My body starts to tremble,
Blood laced with adrinal power,
Wanting one thing above all else,
For my enemy to suffer and cower.


Bordering on hatred,
The feeling is addictive and strong,
Sometimes justified,
Though most of times wrong.

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