Posted: May 20, 2016 by jacobvannatter in JacobV

The taste of blood

The desire to destroy

Something must fall

For me to be okay


The red haze blurs my vision,

My thoughts are clouded by one impulse

Lash out.




It makes you wish for revenge

Makes you care more for vengeance than your own well-being.

Behind the narrowed eyes, and determined look,

There’s a storm.

And it will tear and shred anything

If you keep feeding it…

You’re gonna get hurt.

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