pull the trigger of a machine gun,
shoot down every living soul
till they lay down dead
in pools of crimson red blood;
I believed I could

pick up a sharp kitchen knife,
stab every beating heart
till its beating fades
to deafening silence heard in cemetries;
I believed I could

every second
every minute
every hour;
I believed I could unleash the fury
underlying beneath my skin
& it was as easy as 1,2,3

but though I believed I could;
I could never quite do
but contain the rage on the tip of a blade

so every night I did
till my skin's a mess of ****** flesh

(c.s wondering)