Oh how the searing heat flows through my veins.
Filled with Passion that rivals the hottest Sun.
It blooms bright
In hues of Reds and Golds.
The snarl in my throat,
With my sharp teeth,
And my hot breath.
Yet my tongue hangs limp and heavy.
Petrified I stand.
Vibrations through my chest.
I feel my heart will seize its rapid beating.
Nails like claws,
I rake them through my flesh.
Blood creeps from the cracks,
And I can no longer stand.
A cry for help,
A cry for mercy.
I know.
I know.
I know.

Knowing is not enough.
There must be action.
There must be love.
There must be an open mind.
For Rage to fade.