Drowning in fury
A flood of fury falls over me,
It casts me out into the open sea.
The wave of rage sweeps me away,
Im fighting the current and being thrown astray.
I roll in the waters getting turned and tossed.
At this time I must learn to embrace chaos.
The raging waters boil within.
I cant help it, but hate is the deadliest of sins.
The rushing fury turns my heart to ice,
Freezing the waters with hate and vice.
I remember you said when hell freezes over
Nobody ever could have been bolder.
Now my fury has frozen that hell.
And it hurts so bad I cannot tell.
My body floats limply through the squall.
These angry waters have thrown me into a free-fall.
As my blood flows smoothly into my head,
I feel as though I will soon be dead.
My lungs will fill with the liquid of life,
And I will be gone from this world of strife.
I will then sink lower into my watery grave,
To this fury, I am but a slave.
My fury is a great cascade of sorrow,
And I feel as though it is slowly drowning my tomorrow.
How is it possible to hate so much?
This rage brings visions of hate, fear and such.
I want to say I'm pissed off just one more time,
But Im already gone, so you are the prime.
You know how to get into the minds of men.
And I never want to see you again.