Quenched Fury

And fury so dense grips my soul, Proceeds to darken it as whole To go through such concrete desire Great to deliver blast of fire. Inwards is that sweet tempting hell With an unyielding binding spell, Exhilarating that I want more As it increases in my heart’s core. Not minding its harmful nature That renders my soul so impure, Such amazing strength it gives me I receive with much pleasure spree. I give no misgivings to all, Don’t give a damn if I may fall. Feeding on it so to be tough, The tendency to act so rough. Furious I morph to be a beast, Ready to devour with great feast. Like lightening I feel my soul tense With remorse I catch sight of sense Up I seek heaven’s help for love, Giving me healing I seek of Love I find now makes my soul thrive, Making fury wither and dive.