To those with forked tongues,
I warn.
My wrath will take you,
like a storm.
When anger courses throug,
my veins.
And where no master,
holds my reins.
My rage sets loose,
upon your head.
Blink an eye and then,
your dead.
And as they lock me in,
my cage.
Only bars withhold,
my rage.
I think about,
what I have done.
And realize that…
it’s so much fun.