Rage

A violent destroyer
With fightings without
And without fear within
Making available pounds of venom

It catches your spirit
Clasping it at the core
And devouring it
Of every pleasant memories

Reflects the heart's abundance
But gives it a tune
Making way for rigidity
Like the rumbling of thunder

The ignorance of men
Spurs the employment of it
In the protection of self
But exposing the heart

Like the swords of Sparta
Nefariousness pierces the heart
Discharging showers of toxins
Making tracks for vicious desires

It bumps off love
And hatred invigorated
Propagating damages
And strengthening negatively in the heart

I run away from you
Because I dread your ways
Like nightmares
That throw out sweats