Rage is a blood- red knife
It pushes into your back until you can't stand the pain
You let it out
Like the blood that flows from your wound
Drip, drop, gush, and flows
It never slows

Rage is a Blood- red knife
And sometimes it pushes you to do things
You never would have done if you were happy
It's the sweet, seductively tempting voice whispering to your insides
Do it! Do it! Do it! DO IT!!!!!
And it never quits, it just gets louder
until you finally can't take the ripping of your intestines
and all you can do is submit to the torture
And this hurts the worst, like stepping on the broken glass of your dreams

Rage is a Blood- red knife
You can never forget
That moment you either screamed
Or did something you regretted
Or that horrible outburst
That everyone saw

Rage is having blush red cheeks
That embarrassment that swells within, like a tornado in your chest cavity
From doing something stupid
In order to get that anger out
Because yelling didn't control it

Rage is a horrible thing to keep in
It can destroy your life, like a hail storm in a garden
If it is bottled up for too long...
So just let it go and flow, like a river of bad pasts