As if you planned it from the moment you arrived,
The tension within my eyes must have given it away.
The precise attack on my being ignites the rage that
Engulfs the inner soul of my battered existence.

Beaten down by time, my patience can only take so much.
Quick verbal jabs by your sharp tongue starts the tirade.
The furnace ignites, allowing for the inner censors to rest.
A once tender heart, now encased in a veil of chrome.

Surveying the surrounding feelings, all is not well.
As the temperature rises, the concise beliefs falter.
The blue eyes that you once adored, now yellowed from anger.
The beast that worships all that is wrong with the world, arrives.

Bearing down on the weak, I unleash a fury that melts the good within.
Falling to my knees, I throw my arms up to the sky in a primal scream.
Sinking my teeth into the virgin flesh of a loving individual,
I quench my thirst for the crimson liquid of The King of Rage.