Rage, Driven By Love... Poem by Derrick Andrews

Like the roar of a flame,
The clash of lightning,
My anger became,
Something terribly frightning,
Only brought about by one thing,
Always tearing at my nerves,
Everytime your annoying, shrill voice rings,
I feel like giving you what you deserve,
I can't take this anymore,
I'm so tired of your games,
Our love's weaker than before,
I know you're to blame,
You're the reason why I hate,
The reason why I write,
Everytime we ever do debate,
You fill my heart with spite,
I hate who you've become,
I hate what you've done,
I refuse to succumb,
I refuse to run,
Your ignorant, petty attitude,
Has enraged me once again,
Sending fury to such altitude,
That it rebounds from heaven's den,
And shoots straight downwards,
Into the pit where Satan sleeps,
Where the killers and the cowards,
Plot pointless revenge to reap,
You belong down there, with those,
Who murder and who steal,
For you've taken love, that sacred rose,
And crushed it at your heel,
My heart is torn, My wounds are deep,
There's is no cure that I can see,
The only solution is to weep,
But weakness is not a part of me,
So as of this moment, I will not bow,
I will not grudgingly follow you,
But I will, truly and duly endow,
My hate and rage upon you.