Anger

(A spur of the moment poem, I want to revise it and add some details since it's so bland)

Anger,
flowing through my veins,
blinding me with pain,
the rage of my actions,
controlling my vision,
until everything is wasted,
except my hate,
to use against those I loathe,
I'm stuck in this vortex,
a remote isle off the brink of insanity,
folloish of them to run,
foolish of them to hide,
now I am among,
the red abyss,
my home,
and I'm never alone,
with the beast inside.

/Surreal

Thanks r&r!