My mind races without a finish line

Storm clouds form and I see red.

I open my mouth to sceam but no sound comes out.

An  unfulfilling ******.

Seeing red. Seeing red.

I fear, one day I will let my rage out and my eyes will be red.

An innocent hand will reach out and I will impulsively bite it off.

Seeing red. Seeing red.

I fear, if one person saw what was inside, a hundred would turn on me.

Seeing red. Seeing red.

Please rain down on me, so that the water will cool me down.

Seeing red. Seeing red.

Lock me up in the dungeon,

Make me scream until I can breathe out silence.

Seeing red. Seeing red.

Until my mind crosses the finish line.