Angst is just a word
Rage is a seething emotion
Kept deep within
Let loose at the strangest of hours
Oddest of times

A red, hot and seething head
Exploding within
Erupting through the synapses
Tearing from the soul
Drop it all on in words
Let it seep through the pores
Lay it out in front of you

Knives, shrill screams
Deafening jack hammering of growls
It's cold
Yet cold is good
Lets the hairs stand on end
The strange numbness thrills
Shivers down your back
Bends the corners of your mouth towards heaven
Or is it hell?
Are we living in an upside down world?
Were the demons and ghosts look down upon us
And we tread the earth of all that is holy and pure
It's a sick thought
Are we really close to god as we soar amongst the clouds?
Or really trespassing on hell's fiery winds.

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