Pacing like a caged lion,
Until I’m enjoying this unseen
Rapturous side of my psyche.
Enveloping me, calm and collected.
Riding the thin line between
A red fog of rage and sanity.
Getting “that look” in my eyes –
Eyes locked on target. Locked beyond.
Controlled rage is a tool,
A weapon to be used.
Gaging whom to use it against.
Everything is about timing now…
Developing the thousand-yard stare…
Five heightened senses now, awareness on
Uneasy edge. Ready to snap, to
Reach out and strike my target,
Yet ice still runs through my veins.
It’s a double-edged sword that can destroy me as well.