RAGE
by P.J. Sutherland

Rage boils hot under my skin.
Flames of anger burn high in my heart.
How can I contain this pain?

My mind tells me to lash out.
To attack, rip and rend, to tear apart.
Letting go of all control.

My very skin crawls with the need.
To loose the shackles, let the battle start.
Free my Klingon side and strike.

Only one voice keeps me sane. 
Loving, teasing voice so dear to my heart.
Tom holds the key to my soul.

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