It happens all the sudden
A fire sparks inside my chest.
I could hurt a loved one
or ****** all the rest.

I see red
or not at all
until I put myself to bed
into a fitful sleep I fall.

I dream not of sugar plums
and not of fanciful lands
but of glum slums
and ****** hands.

When I arise from my bed
the images left behind
dance inside my head
They never leave my mind

The days go by
uninspired
the hours fly
as I grow tired
As the gory dream
you left for me
becomes my scream
my decree
to bury you
as you did I
venom I spew
I tell a lie:
It's you I hate
Now take the bate.