I am the anger
I crackle through cinder-dry blackness of the soul. That sulphur flash of the match-head striking me deep is caused by your insistent bellows on the banked flames of my lack of self control. Quickly it gets hotter and hotter until your tinder-dusting of insults unleashes a force to be reckoned with.
I am the hatred
I fester inside the puss-clotted wound in the brain. You planted me inside my own head, causing me to stir with every passing comment. You stir me and stir me until blood clots burst with my infected puss of loathing and revenge poisons my mind.
I am the fury
I consume my mind and body, eating and blackening with heat and eating some more. Always and all the time I eat and eat and eat, loosing the forest-fire inside, flames engulf my body and he calm serenity of my inner-self.
You bring down all my walls. All the defences I have against my own fiery wrath.
All shall burn in my wake.