Rage lays claim
To the very heights I scale
Hammering away
At the lowly depths I hail

Once tranquil ground
Is shroud with flame and iron
Beneath the mechanized hail
That sears away at composure

Rage slaves maniacally
From the higher ground
I yearn to attain

The ever-hopeful festering
Withheld by dreams
Night after night

Inching further
And further into the fray
Rage slays the peace
I’ve sheltered
Far too brief

Tried and true relief
Looms in havoc’s grasp
The mayhem that resides
In the sheathe
Of truth and bedlam

Drawn, I embark
Maliciously driven
With a murderous toll
Ringing throughout my frame

Mindless slashing
My entire frame takes heed
Answering to the whims
Of chaos an unraveling

An art of undoing
That lurks within
The marrow of my bones

Stillness meets
My quenched vendetta
Mute, humbled
Tranquil and submissive