• Wrath
    By: Dragon Trove

    Wrath…
    Bubbling through your consciousness like a single bubble of hate rising out of the veil that is water and into the air.
    What could compare to the drastic expense of seeing the bright crimson of your victim’s warm blood in your dreams,
    And the maniacal laughter that is your own?
    Have you gone crazy?
    Or have you just been pushed over your top shelf like a priceless piece of antique china falling…
    Falling…
    Then…
    CRASH!
    You vision of the reality you thought you knew comes back as a horrifying lump of stuff beyond comprehension.
    You only feel one thing and you can’t stop it before it’s too late,
    Except,
    If you’re lucky then you’ll find out what your doing is wrong and everything will be back to the way it used to be for you,
    But, what about that terrifying, blobbish lump of reality you thought you had know like a well-known friend?
    It hasn’t changed at all…
    After what happened,
    Nothing will be the same.
    All you want is the terrible deed to be done, to get the feeling of hot wrath off of your chest.
    What could be our savior?
    What could our knight be in arms come to save us from the dark deeds we perform, like a gypsy in tent?
    Nothing, but a lonely person strapped in our heads like a bird in a cage.
    Who will send this poor soul out to free us?
    Nobody, for no one is yet strong enough to free the caged soul in the damp dungeon of the mind.
    Do thou not notice the pressure emanating from the stark-raving mad person in front of them?
    No; Not until it’s to late will they ever find out what a fool they were to deceive themselves that you would not get mad enough to reek havoc on them and laugh like a hyena over spilled blood.
    There they are,
    The fools who patronized you,
    Who played with your in-doubt mind.
    What will you do?
    Slaughter them all with one wipe of your hand,
    And walk away as if nothing had happened before your lying eyes.
    The next day your anger will have cured and the guilt creeps in,
    But your ever so evil-seduced mind will try to ignore it,
    Until…
    Until you can’t take the heat any more,
    And then what happens?
    What happens is unstoppable if what you did was truly mind-numbing and heartless.
    You raise the knife to your throat…