User:Mikemags09

Rage

Let the sweat of exhaust run down my face. And for when I wipe the sweat off my face, let it have dried and there be nothing there. For in side, my temper is becoming a fire. I feel not myself. I feel as if I were a flame. I feel as if I have no skin. I feel light. I feel ash. I feel. A monster. I feel as if I were a raging fire killing all of the victims that stand in my way. Anybody in my sight, shall be incinerated. That shall all pay for what they have done. I feel I am power. I can make everybody pay. They shall die. You hurt and kill the ones I love. You kill me, or at least try to. Perhaps I am the fire in all of us. I am the thing we hide deep down in our thoughts the most. I am perhaps the rage in all of us. Could I really be that bad? I can't take this anymore. Can I? No. I can't. I cannot. I... I... I... As the blood rolls down my face, I realize, I am the fear that we all posses. I am the hate. I am the rage. I am the fire. I am the power. It's my turn to show them my real self. I can hurt. I can kill. I will show you! It's my turn!