I have a hidden rage
under the blanket of my subconscious,
It sits calmly but is hot as lava.
It does not move from it's place
but plays with daggers of revenge.

Sometimes it acts like a psychopath
while counting the sins of people and
the pains of women patiently!
The screams of women while begging
nits the web of hate,
in the walls of the mind and
slowly reminisce the gates of the hell!

I...