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Blinding anger overwhelms my senses
All common sense out the window

Head pounding; heart pumping
All I want is to hurt and be hurt

Choke punch kill; I must be stopped
Before I go to far

And wake among a field of
Shattered glass

Splintered wood
And blood

So much blood
Seeping into the ground

Oozing from chilled decomposing corpses
Before I hear the haunting sound of sirens

And see the cold flashing blue and red lights
Before I must flee for my now worthless life