Rage

Demons Chase My Storm
The sky is rolling black
The air reeks of blood
The crows getting ready
For pickings many
I see the coming storm
My anger matching mood
My sorrow augmenting
My heart replacing thunder yet to show itself

My family a violent poltergeist
Haunting me
Pushing me
My blood rushing past the trees
The rain is oozing in my body
The wind my guttural screams
My Demons are waiting
As I pace behind the storm
They smile, sneer, laugh
I Lear back
They sharpen their spears
Crass with victory
They howl acidic rains
My mind is ready
My hands reach out to grasp the rage
The rage of the storm
I stride toward my enemy's
Swinging sorrow as my sword
The air reverberates with thunder
The ground a fiery grout
The sky is leaking
Like ink on a page
The ink the color of change
Telling me I should turn the page
The Demons are falling
My storm their demise
I cry and sob
For they were all I knew
It's time for my world to change
A new hand holds
Old bonds shatter
My storm becoming it's own
Though I fight them with it
It roams
The crows descend
The last Demon falls
Covered in blood my own and not
My skin dirty and burned
I emerge as something beautiful
My storm is it's own