Drown The Mirage

La Rabia

Intensity surging through my lungs,

her words fueling my blinded passion,

Hatred festering at the surface of my skin,

It's potent poison manifesting over the diminutive years.

A spiral of emotion overtaking my senses.

I can smell her fucking distaste for my being,

Feel her rough fingers,

Taste her venomous words,

see the: Cruelty taint her features so vividly.

The thoughts in my mind warping into scenes of vindictiveness,

the images testing positive for psychopathy.

The chants of wishful thinking, pleading with the higher powers for a slow and tantalizing death;

And only then would my hatred simmer into cool breezy calm.

A desperation to see her in writhing pain consumes me,

the images testing positive for Justice.

A subconscious rod reels me into Silence;

Submission.

for I am just a product of it's environment,

for i am just an indoctrinated-piece of Shit that Forces herself to follow rules she cannot wholeheartedly stake belief into.

I am a coward, too afraid to give into these primal urges,

for i know that my hand is more merciless than my tongue.

This unhealthy desire to see her bleed and suffer taunts my mind.

I am a Victim who has not tasted the candied harvest of Justice.

The thoughts in my mind too cruel, too inhumane to ever materialize,

So in hopes of a newfound freedom;

I instead plot my escape.

Never to be in the claws of La Rabia.

-H