I’m haunted by your rage
And that anger
Has bubbled for the ages
Deep set and dangerous
Home in bones
Hot on skin
Roasting and fragrant
Something within
That’s almost famous
Because you are your rage
And I am yours
So how could I be any less
Brainless in my outbursts
Painting cherry
On all that’s good and stainless
The older I get
The more tetchy
Like even the answers test me
I can ride that thin line
Until a bend
Then that sends me into zigzag
Rationality functions with a big lag
And I’m left wishing I never did that
Sometimes that calm
Hungers for the storm
I want you to beg for me back
As I stare at the floor
I want you astonished
By how the wasps of my fury storm
And wear those stings
Like a coat that keeps you warm
I’ll be cold for days
I’ll be difficult and dwarfed
You thought you had rage
But I have more
I fixate on the looking glass
Despise every pore
See that feverish face overlay
And the angry ghosts haunt
My blood is bitter
On first bite seems sweet
But you ain’t tasted nothing for some time
So before you let forked tongue meet
Remember any wrong move
And I’ll alight as a torch
Before that bogus grip hit
I started to fit
As all it takes, is a thought.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 