The feeling of rage
Burning red hot and bittersweet.
A sort of fire in your stomach,
The face getting red from the heat.

You clench your fist,
Or grind your teeth.
You scream and throw objects,
And say the most terrible things.
This is the normalcy,
The kind of anger that isn't
as terrifying as you think.

The most scary is when
the beast is silent, deadly.
When the face goes blank,
The eyes are dead,
Except for the pitch black chaos
Writhing within.
When they stay silent for hours,
And you wonder when they will strike.
But then there is this big nothing,
And you are left to wonder....

When the volcano will finally erupt