Such emotion is this
to break idle bliss.
A madness to take hold,
unholy and fearful to behold.
Touched by ire and driven blind,
raging the torrent, swept aside in kind.
Destroyed in a moment
forever lost, to lament.
The piercing pain and throbs
tearing away compassion for racking sobs.
Deserved or misdirected, matters not the least,
visage reshapen to seven sinned beast.