Burning rage

A silent whisper screaming through my veins
Telling me to stop this rage before i go insane
My mind shows nothing but a dark burning flame
A stab through my heart a deep engulving pain
All efforts to make things right were all in vain
Now all my efforts are left in the icy cold rain
Yet i well stay above this with all the strength i will gain
This man once related to man remains as nothing more than an ugly filthy stain
What’s left of his heart i will strain
What’s left of his soul i will drain
I don’t care anymore if he lives or dies
And when he’s finally dead i won’t be one to look up at the skies