The Dark Rage

Dark rage,
heavy and congealed with sin,
it festers in the very pit of my being.

Lying in deceptive slumber,
it awaits,
as the first sparks of anger ignite. 

Slowly it begins to encroach,
creeping tendrils reach upwards,
stroking my control in naked transgression.

My soul trembles as it nears,
expanding and engulfing,
it continues to rape my fragmented sense.

My eyes darken,
as a heavy shadow falls,
snuffing out the light of sanity.

Drowning in the pounding of my heart,
unable to breathe,
I choke on the tangible hatred that overwhelms.

I feel myself slip,
losing to the rage,
to the sweet temptation of abandon.

Glaring at the world outside,
I see a flicker in its eyes,
a flash of fear. 

I recoil.
Air slams into my lungs,
horrified I turn away.

But the ever present thought continues to haunt me,
will it be next time I succumb,
utterly losing my sanity, my self?

The darkness always remains,
lying in the depths,
it waits.