Let there be eternal peace...

by JaM   Aug 20, 2007


It's like a deeply buried urge,
that lyes beneath my skin.
As my blood rapidly boils,
sweet surrender to my thoughts begin.

Pure rage swarms my soul,
at your ignorant acts.
Attempting to restrain my muscles,
preventing my instincts to react.

Overcome by my frustrations,
consumed with my feelings.
Uncertain of how to proceed,
in this situation so appealing.

Disturbed with your uneasy laughter,
agitated by your presence.
Flashing visions of murder,
driven by a natural essence.

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