°• rage •°

rage, a feeling many confuse with anger. but when rage fills my head, it's a hungry void taking over to take my place as the host of my own consciousness. it eats me alive and swallow me as I eventually fall into the void with little chance of a way out controlling me with unpredictably. but when anger fills my head, it's followed by dark and humid sadness. it rains upon my upmost being tearing my thoughts into more then just simplicity. it soon evolves into much more then what some think it is, as it's very underestimated by its yeilder.