A Mass of Momentum (Wrath)

I wonder if he can feel it coming.
Can he feel my temperature rise?

He’s tried to destroy me.
He’s tried to push me
Lower and lower,
Grinding down on my scars
Until I was nothing;
Maggots eating at my flesh,
But I got up from his
Bed of thorns
And I cannot stop
And I will not stop
Because he has lit
A rage from within my gut,
An irate mass of momentum
And I cannot stop
And I will not stop
Until I hurt him as he
Has hurt me

I want to feel my hands
Wrap around his neck
And I want to feel
My fingers burn into
His skin until the last
Breath is from his
Pathetic body
And I cannot stop
And I will not stop.