Personal Demons

The phenonmon of rage,
The feeling of a demon locked inside the cage,
The steel cage surrounding all sides inside the gun of a 12 guage,
Ready to explode, with the fire burning fiercly on the wick,
Persevering adrenaline inside the bomb by the sounds of the tick, tick,
The biological clock inside, where time freezes and the hands stick,
The feeling of rage, where everything around you comes to a screeching halt,
But still locked inside, projecting sounds of the constant tick, inside the vault,
Where the heart and the mind correlate faster in efforts to assault,
To assault the threat outside the cage, the feeling of rage,
Locked inside the human mind, the body ramps up cold sweat,
The blood runs cold, the agony the mind never forgets,
The push that throws you around inside the cage, the momentum of threats,
Tick, tick, the sound of adrenaline inside your mind,
Underneath the smiling mask the rubber fabric begins to unwind,
And the true face of anger appears from the mask behind,
Blinded images pushing momentum through thoughts of homicide,
No longer following the rules of society to abide by,
Locked inside the 12 gauge, the bullet hitting the target in the drive by,
In the process of pulling the trigger, the bomb explodes,
The tick, tick, turns into a sonic boom, adrenaline surges as it pops and reloads,
All the pain, the tears, and the anger, releases from the ticking time bomb as it unloads,
The ticking time bomb that’s the clip inside the mind,
Inside the shotgun, with a bomb releasing ammo, ready to shoot anytime,
The demon, the bomb, the pump shotgun blast, a process in a rhyme,
During the process hell freezes over and the hands on the clock stick to freeze time,
Rage driven by pain, the feelings of hate and the opposing words of malign,
Until after the clip is empty, regret is felt to remind,
To remind the temporary personal demon, the consequences of an impulse reaction,
The impulse of revenge without thinking before the pump action,
Rage so powerful it distorts reality in abstraction,
Through revenge and hate through inflicting pain for personal satisfaction,
And outside the delusion, the cage still exists around you,
And threw thoughts of regret, the mind repeats the incident to review,
The impulse reaction, of the demon inside and what it did to you,
And everything around you remains blue,
Inside the cell driven by pain in analytical review.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
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