The screams of the night awoke me
As well as the laughter of the perpetrator
Who left a shattered window, broken glass
And a bloodied face of tears
The anger weld up inside
I just had to release
"Chase, kill," the voice said
So I ran out, knife in hand
My speed felt like no other
My senses blocked by sheer rage
My eyes set on revenge
My actions no longer my doing
No longer was I myself
I had a license to kill
As my mother lay in pain
I'll listen to the suspect's last breath
As quickly as my mother had screamed
As quickly had the suspect felt my wrath
I left with a shattered blade, knife handle in hand
And a mutilated face not capable of crying
