Visceral

A storm is coming, the rain is drowning me Is visceral rage all that I've become to be? When people speak, it's animosity Because I've seen the ugly face of what they all can be I told you all I've known is hate Cursed by visceral rage Sick to my stomach, I see them for what they are Violent outburst disguise themselves as my old scars This swelling of hatred consumes me every day Countless thoughts of ways to inflict some sort of pain All I see is red Every day it takes everything to save me from myself And this fury kept me alive It's also the reason I want to fucking die Uncursed by this rage In my head all I see is red