A Deep-Seated Animosity

I live for ferocity.
Anger builds inside of me.
Fear dissolves into my internal walls.
Worry surrenders, and strength prevails.
I'm blinded by this sudden anger.
My cheeks are red and warm.
My eyes tinted a faint red.
Why must these creatures disturb me when I'm at peace?
My malevolent thoughts secure their fate.
Once and for all I shall desecrate everything they believe in.
No longer will I fight for air, fight for peace, fight for everything and anything.
This war is within me, in my worn hands I hold their life.
I am completely in control.
This is where I am most comfortable.
Control is where I find my peace.
Published: 3/23/2008
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