You ever felt that cold little tingle in the back of your head?
That sensation you get as chills run down your neck.
Your body itches to move.
To beat whatever's in your path.
Kick a kids head in.
Smash a pregnant woman's knees.
Rip the heart out of a man.
Something that draws the most violent actions out of you.
I have lived a long time with this feeling.
A ****** feeling.
Bloodlust.
Pure and simple.
I just need to hold on.
Keep from it another day.
Reality is cracking again.
Everything is blurring to red.
The screams are a symphony now.
I'm loving the smell.
Asensual copper smell.
Everyone I hate is gone now bits in the wind. Suffering in pieces.
I can't really face reality.
It's where everyone I've every loved has hurt me.
I can't stand the feeling.
I let the crack spread into a cobweb of breaks.
I'm giving it control.
I'm becoming nothing more than rage.
Boundless destructive untainted rage.
I will watch you bleed.