violent days

A Poem by winter;lyra

It's in my veins
In my brain and in my heart
Everywhere but my face
Assaulting me
With tremendous fervor
It urges me to gouge his eyes out
To plunge at him
Bite his face off like a wild animal
Unironically
I wish to lacerate all living flesh around me
Because that is all see
Walking wastes of flesh
Longing for my rampage

Lord
These recurring days make me wonder
Which one is the stranger?
The hatred?
Or the hesitation?