Un appealing to see
Like coughed up gunk
Trapped in a smokers lung
Hidden behind a scab
But it was pick away
Now this rage runs loose
Like spilt juice on a marble floor
Failed attempts clean it up
To much of it to soak up
When you come across this spill it's deadly
No caution signs to warn you
I attack like a frighten cat back into a corner
This rage sharp like blades
Words like lemon juice on a open womb  
A switch turn on that got jammed
Only when the circuits fries out
It when this rage dies down
But even then I'm still angry