I'd Kill You If I Could

Despite living in reality the man was damned to eternal Hell.
His dim eyes once wandered around the room but today they stilled, focused on one spot. He looked low from underneath his matted, glistening black hair. The breath dying in his lungs sunk deep into his chest, and his ridged hands became fists. He felt the presence of something wretched crawling through his stomach and the man's blood vessels pumped the nightmare on. It filled him until the beast could no longer be sedated, and he stood. As he rose, he violently threw the items from the table with a mighty roar. The remains of a tall glass of water shattered and quickly spread across the cold concrete floor.
He spoke angrily, the words scorching his lips as they ran with venom. "Damn all of them."