Rage.

my fucking rage,
it builds up and it burns up and
it mixes with
my fucking insanity.
now all i can see is that red vision
that blood vision
that im-gonna-fucking-kill-someone vision.
then the legalities of it all
get it the way
and my fucking rage
has no course to be satisfied
so it builds.
it sits and it builds and it fumes
and i learn to ignore it
and it gets mad that i'm not listening
to it's quiet whispers to just
slit yours her their throats
so my rage, it grumbles some more
until you talk to me again
and all I wanna fucking do is
skin you from limb to limb
because baby, it'd feel
soooo good. so satisfying.
so please, read this.
and know that I'm nowhere close to forgiving you.
over you? yes. completely.
ready to be friends?
no. where. fucking. close.
so stay the fuck away from me.
before i fucking snap
and  fucking kill you.