The clean snap of the neck,
My only worthwhile thought.
Everything in my sight, I want to wreck,
Until I have been fought.
Violent thoughts in my head,
My only will, is seeing them dead.
Violent feelings in my skin,
Until I feel the blade, however thin.
Eyes marked with red,
My only will, to see their blood.
Shoot them down with lead,
Whatever it takes to clear my head.
With my teeth, I want to rip,
Of their little dignity, I must strip,
Until my violent urge is over.
But it is never over.
Side note: I'm not proud of this peice, or these violent urges and feelings I get, I'm trying to let them out without hurting anyone and so I tried through writing. It doesn't occur very often, but it has before and will again, but I've been far over it, this occurred atleast a week ago. So, don't worry about me!