Just call me Rage;

The blind anger behind the whites of your eyes,

The burning sensation on the tips of your knuckles,

The cold chill of hash words thrashed out,

The aching pain in the pit of your stomach.

I’m the heat of the moment,

Pure passion and lust,

Everything you could wish for rolled into one.

I am release,

From everything and anything,

I’m the flame of hatred,

And the flame of love,

But most just call me Rage.