sometimes all i see is red
and you with your hands up in
surrender

what do you want?
do you want me to tear
you apart?
is that what you
want?

there are minutes, no hours
of the day when the blood
pumping in my veins is destroying
me by the second

i've already torn myself apart
until the rage gives in to surrender
on my knees
and fists still clenching
still itching to destroy you

for still standing there
with your hands in
the air