Hell's Wrath
There's a proper time for pointing a finger, as well as for placing the blame. Feelings now spewing beyond the surface, due to fulfillment of promises that never came. 
You dismissed your word to change, to love and always give. Instead it's been replaced with spite and our love now ceases to live. 
Muscles tensing, uncontrollable shaking, my heart begins to race. I hear voices speaking to me loudly, delivering warning to firmly brace. 
Hells' wrath approaching fiercely, slinging viscious tide. I've no place to safely escape, not even a corner to hide. 
Anger released in violence, intensity beyond profound. My eyes are tightly shut and I make not a single sound. 
Hell hath arrived earlier, than my misjudged guess at first- a bead of sweat from above falls onto my face, as I prepare myself for the worst....