Pulsing.
I can feel the liquid
flowing through my veins.

I can feel the anger
pouring into my brain
from the darkest pieces of my heart.

I can feel my fingernails
slicing open the palms of my hands
as I try to
"Get a grip."
just like you said.
As I try
to hold myself back.

Don't do it.
Don't explode.
Im in control.
Please don't.

****.. oh ****..
It's happening.
I'm gone.
You're gone.

It's all gone,
blown to bits.
And I'm the only one to blame.
I'm sorry that I could not
extinguish my flame
in time to save us.