Freakchylde's

My anger consumes me, ravaging me like a starved animal upon the bare bones of another’s conquest. It burns at me, pushing me forward to some destination that has only one end. I welcome the release, and I beg for it, yet at the same time, fear what it will make me when I am finished. I want to scream till my voice gives up, push my body till it collapses with exhaustion. Destroying everything and everyone in my path, washing myself with their blood smiling the psychotic grin of a warrior who loves the fresh kill.