A storm is coming, the rain is drowning me

Is visceral rage all that I’ve become to be?

When people speak, it’s animosity

Because I've seen the ugly face of what they all can be

I told you all I’ve known is hate

Cursed by visceral rage

Sick to my stomach, I see them for what they are

Violent outburst disguise themselves as my old scars

This swelling of hatred consumes me every day

Countless thoughts of ways to inflict some sort of pain

All I see is red

Every day it takes everything to save me from myself

And this fury kept me alive

It’s also the reason I want to fucking die

Uncursed by this rage

In my head all I see is red