Wrath

The blindness of rage fills the mind
With the violence of every day.
That seems not so hard to find
But harder to hold at bay.
Ira's selfishness causes us to rot
As destruction fills the world,
With a hate filled and revengeful thought
Because of the Demons with the smiles ever so curled.
Cuts and burns ever so scarring
Can cause the soul to cry.
While you are burying
Your self with a sigh.
So don't let the anger fill you
For getting back is harder then finding a clue.