Rage. It melts away at me like i have become victim to an acid spill. I can't control it, i can't even reach it. It is untouchable. Its instincts is to squash the merrily on high, burning inside bubbling away waiting to spit at anything that resembles joy. It spits like a slither of bacon on a frying pan. It is eating away at me like i am a chocolaty crunchy biscuit, savouring every bite. Its taste buds tantalised. This rage is an itch i can't scratch. It consumes me when it rears its ugly...
