Saw myself in your visage
Your jaw tightened
and breathing irregular
Fire and brimstone
seeping from your pores
That steady drip
Eating away the air
like some gaseous acid
Had you stopped
even for a moment or two
you would have seen
that it was all for not
But I know all too well
that's not a valid option
Sometimes, all is red,
when vision blurs
and blood boils
scalding the veins
Can't stop either,
'cause you're lost in it
Eyeballs deep
in a bath of rage
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