Burning

It spreads within

For it can't be within

It burns through my skin

Leaving me numb

Leaving me alone

Without hope for redemption

The noise is loud

Like a buzzing that won't die

I've tried to calm it

The rage

A petty emotion

Not for the self-proclaimed wise

With books

And quotes

That seems to be nothing more than kindling

For the rage whose heat

Liquefies

The skin

The bones

The soul

The time will

When it will pass

Like a cold wind

But until then

You are a puddle

Of mush