The Fire of the Insane

The fire of rage dances insanely through my veins
It burns out my blood and controls me with perseverance
Though remnants of my primary soul still remains
They seem to no longer have their previous coherence

The fire in me is like a bird taking off for the first time
It is a disgrace; abnormal, but all the while a delightful feeling
Oh, how the release of all this anger feels so sublime
The level of my fury is water filled up to the ceiling

Shhh, silence, for my ultimate time has finally come
It is not the time to die of which I highly speak of
Instead, it is the unbearable, yet soothing pain that makes me numb
It is the time to remove my dirty, tattered, fading glove

I shall bottle this dangerous emotion within myself no longer
Let the hatred, disgust, and utter negativity for the world spill
This action will surely intensify my strength and make me stronger
Let there be bloodshed heavier than the Battle of Bunker Hill

Alas, I have been freed of my circulation-stopping chains
I will let the fire overcome me in the upmost totality
That will greatly increases what my twisted mind attains
Thank thee for this rigorous, raging, relentless, rowdy fire from the Underworld