The rage in my heart cannot be described or duplicated.
There is no other rage like the rage sitting in my heart.
This rage is insane....no control....its harder for me to breathe or function as the seconds go by.
The site of you increases this rage.
The site of you....im no longer me. I transform into a being that isnt my own and is unfamiliar with the world around and shuts the real me down down down.

The rage in my heart cannot be described or duplicated.
The rage in my heart prepares for the war within myself.
It prepares to release the hurtful words filled with disdain that will penetrate the heart in which created this rage.
I feel sorry for the soul that shall try endure these words that are much like boulders and glass. These words will cause pain and hurt...possibly even insanity.
These words will bring the target of my rage down down down.

The rage in my heart cannot be described or duplicated.
Calming....dying....still its heart beats
Although it may be slowly dying...it is'nt dead yet.
The rage in my heart wont ever break down down down.