The rage.

It grows within me,
a pain so strong it won't be contained.

I try to release it,
but it clings to my heart with razor sharp fangs.

It's loud and strong,
with the power to tear my eyes
and drop me to my knees.

This rage that dwells inside
of me multiplies with ease.

It is a being on it's own,
seperate but the same.
a feeling that cannot be controlled,
unwilling to be tamed.