Wrath

The unraveling bandage of my hand
Frill with strips at the end
I want to just scream and go off
I pick the chain of my frustration up and swing it rough
Should it hit for my angers precision is crystal clear
My wrath shall show my true power and it shall be forever here
This haze of irate perplexity
A dance even a master of my heart could not calm
I shall inburst it out my body
The danger of my own war cry threaten to take the very like of me
A maelstrom of emotions that seemed to warped in the inner liking of my flaming heart
A demon of destructive proportions
A raging soul in the river of life