Rage

Rage beats its bloody fists
Inside the walls of my heart.
And within my mind’s mists,
Its allies hurl poisoned darts.
My throat silently screams
The curses of rotten flesh.
Death’s night mares kill my dreams
Where despair and terror mesh.
All that a man can hate
Envelops my eyes with blood’s shroud.
Trapped deep in memories
I choke on deep earth-filled regrets.
One day my heart will burst
And splatter all across my chest.
But if God saves me first,
Then let my Rage soon find Its rest.