I collect the rage

In a black hole

Stored in a pit

In a place

Where part of my

Heart

Used to be

It turned to stone

Long ago

And at some point

Some of it

Fell away

Collapsed

Leaving a dark abyss

Of wrath

For most of the time

I keep this dark shadow

Hidden

Starved of light

Of freedom

Of fuel

But it doesn't die

It will never

Die

Often it lies there

Dormant

Soulless

Spiritless

Yet stubbornly

waiting all the time

And should you tempt

The beast

Call to it

Better still

Threaten it

Slowly it will

Build

Slowly it will

Take shake

Slowly it will steal form

From all that it

stores

And suddenly it

Will erupt

Lock your doors

Batten down your hatches

Shelter from the tempest

The wind of that rage

Is all destroying

All destructive

And it aims

To leave no pathway

Of return

Other than blood

And broken bones

And a cold fire

With flames

That take away

Everything