Endurance

its being to take its toll...

Its been a while since i have these thought and wrote them down. Its been awhile since i woke and dreamt of this things and now it back. Stronger than ever. i thought i was able to silence such violence and anger but instead i feel as though its louder and more distructive. I just wanna meet a random person and beat their face in. Bash his fucking skull on the cold icey black tops of new brunswick..fuck that anywhere. I wanna make him bleed with my own hand, my own flesh ripping apart his. Fuck the knife fuck the gun, just two hands against another man. another person made of the same compound as me. I wanna beat the shit outta him so bad no one not his fucking family or friends will recongize him. I want him to scream for his life... i want him to beg, beg like the world was gonna end and he'd be lookin up at the sky screaming no. But yes mother fucker. i will hunt you down when i find you... when you cross my path i will eat you alive and i will show you that there something out there far worst than a man with a knife or a gun or any weapon in fact. and thats me. a man with no real reasoning as to why, but that it feels good. I know punching or even straggling... hurting someone in anyway will make me feel amazing and i'm waiting. My knees no longer buckle in to fear and my hands no longer shake. They're both steady and aim to ya face mother fucker. I'ma shower in ya blood and teeth on ya bones and you know what i'm actually have a fine dinner that i havent had in awhile so thank you.