Anger

Anger 

Raw, pure and overwhelming,

Like an unquenchable flame,

It grows from within,

Fueled by our frustrations,

It consumes all,

And takes control,

Making us just want to yell and scream,

Filling us with a primal and animalistic desire,

To break and destroy,  

In such a state we resemble more like a beast,

Than man,

Savage with an insatiable hunger and desire,  

To make the person or thing that caused you to fill that way,

Suffer in the most inhumane way possible,In such a state,

You wouldn’t mind hurting someone,

In fact,

You may even enjoy it, 

Seeing the person who hurt you,

And made you feel the overwhelming rage that consumes,

It fills you with a euphoric sense of pleasure,

So addictive that once you start,

You want to continue,

And so you do,

You start with small things,

Like slander and ridicule,

Slowly things turn physical,

And soon,

Before you know what happens,

You’ve stained your hands with blood,

And the sad part it,

You won’t even know when you’ve reach that point,

You would be so blinded by your rage,

And the euphoric pleasure of seeing those who hurt you suffer,

That you would fail to see how you’re slowly transforming,

Into a beast,

Forsaking your humanity,

And becoming something truly monstrous,

A red eyed beast,

Driven solely by its primal desire, 

To hurt those,

That hurt it,

But what happens afterwards,

After your wicked deeds are done,

Do you stop seeing red,

And finally realize yourself,

Well,

Sorry to say,

You may be too far gone to do so,

Because,

Like I earlier stated,

Anger is like an all consuming fire, 

And once you’ve allowed that fire burning for too long,

To grows and consumes everything, Including you,