Fits of Rage
Uncontrollable anger
Overwhelmed by thoughts to kill and maim
I can taste the blood
The quenching desire
With the grinding of my teeth and the blood coursing through my veins
I scream from the pressure upon my brain
I see it within my minds eye
As I plunge the knife deeply into his chest
Lusting to see his agony
While laughing with a hideous grin
His eyes begging for mercy
While I thrust again and again
Copyright © Ron Flatow | Year Posted 2007
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