Slave 2 Rage

Iím a slave to my rage...
like a master with a whip.
Stroking my back leaving scars...
Until my calm mind splits.
Then words start to rip...
From the essence of my soul.
Calculating and vicious...
My lips moving without control.
The rage washes over me...
Like water from a shower.
Flooding my system with adrenaline...
Disguised as power.
My cerebral processes get disrupted...
Coherent thought fades to black.
My blood saturates with emotion...
My body on the attack.
Each move made with precision...
Finding my target accurately.
I often lament over my condition...
Seeking a cure from this slavery.