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No Water in the Kettle

I am anger incarnate

All I've ever known is this clenched fist.
Monster they've called me.

Abhorrent thoughts cross dark recesses igniting rage.
No one is safe once is spreads and I
Give into my hatred.
Eyes gleam with blood lust,
Red is the color I will paint the night.

I release a primal shout in unison with the sound of flesh colliding with flesh.
Nothing but tunnel vision from here on out.
Crunching noises fill the air
As knuckles hit pavement.
Regaining control is an impossible task.
Never will you see such a magnificent display of malice
And when it's finally over,
There will be nothing left.
Endings are always so tragic.

by SLIPshodSLIP
posted on 09/27/2015

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Tags: sleep, weird, insane
Comments: 2

Comment by madz13379: Jan 6, 2016 6:26 am
Well said, very descriptive
Comment by Psychobabbled: Sep 28, 2015 2:58 pm
Excellent write, i like this one.

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