Before it's to late

A poem simply about the fear of knowing what you could do if you lost it

Kill  me before i snap,
before I kill, before I'm trapped
Before i spill blood
that floods
on the streets
so neat and pretty
as the pompous pupils
widen in fright
as I delight
in my snapped state
but I'm still stuck to contemplate
filled with hate
and rage
angry
only scared of myself
because i know what i can do
how i can lose all emotion
how i can lose all empathy
how I can ...kill
how it will..thrill the senses better then anything
please kill me now
somehow
before I snap
do it now don't turn back
do it now don't wait
before it's to late
and I
attack

Author's Note

Lets say i wasn't in my calmest mood while i wrote this