father wrath

father wrath

a glacier in my chest
flashes of violence
blood spilling from your skull
staining my flesh
sinking into my pores
making me into a man

i, son of wrath
him, father of the unwilling
i despise him for his fury
the contempt turns to rage
and i become willing
to make others suffer

my desire to make others feel pain
becomes realized
man becomes none more than a vessel
for which i am to exact suffering upon
my infinite hunger
never satiated