Quiet Evil

Color crimson my eyes are brain boiling at high temperatures my heart scarred. Feelings of hatred feed my aggression I may react in haste to later cry in confession. Unaware of what I am doing everything gone black adrenaline has my fuse lit, as I hear bones crack. from my momentary blackout I awaken to see what I had done. His consciousness I had taken smiling, standing over him, the audience stunned. Four years of being bullied why? because I was smaller, my kindness taken for weakness this knock out helped relieve my stress. My friends surround me laughing, pointing, carrying on. My anger grew silent, my lips turned from a frown to smile I said nothing, not a sound!!! Jared Pickett 7/3/2010 Asavyy1