The Sweetness of Rage

Arising in me is this all consuming emotion.
This rage, this anger and frustration.
Racing through me barely restrained.
I struggle with it, even now as I write.
Slowly does it grow with each passing moment.
Morals, of all the things to hold me back, morals?
But I'm losing it, I can't just swallow it and more.
Somehow its leaking out, somehow its getting free.
As hard as I try, it just rises faster and faster.
Already have the images begun.
Images of my fist going into that face over and over.
Seeing the bloody mess that used to be her face.
However ugly she was, she looks much better now.
I can feel the ghostly joy from the visions as I release my rage.
Picturing the mess it has created.
And I hunger for more, like a drug addiction.
Use it once and you can become hooked instantly.
There is no more holding back so I relinquish control.
Racing through me like a raging storm finally free.
Even though these images I see,
As enticing as they may be.
Somehow I control it, somehow swallowing it back down.
As much as I want to, nothing is what I'll do
For now...