Sunday, December 05, 2004

Rage of the Brujah

The pain twists through me
a dull bladed knife deep inside
my rage running wild
with no safe place to hide

Rabid are these hounds of anger
tearing at flesh, can you sense the danger?
No escape, no control
it takes over, consuming my soul

There's no turning back
my eyes turn black
I see red and I attack
See what your actions have made me do?