Poemish things

The start

You thought that rope

would put me down.

You had hope

that in the ground

my roar would be caged,

but you were sorely mistaken.

This rage can escape any prison

you cannot keep it inside.

You've awaken the inner beast.

So when you check my casket it'll be open wide.

Then your world will go cold,

for the hand of death

has taken hold

as you breathe your last breath