Vast, Vicious, and Unforgiving

My anger is vast, vicious, and unforgiving. The poison in me feeds it, the weight on me encases it. It begins and ends at every point I do. I can’t say it consumes me, it is me, my bones are made of it. I know of words that say I should not do as I do, move as I move. But I have no mind to consider them, no eyes to see them, no ears to hear them. My reach will be vast, I will be vicious with those who watched, unforgiving with all in my path.