I haven’t been this angry for a long time. I am literally seeing red because I think blood is rushing to my head and clouding my vision. I’m so angry I can imagine the various ways I can inflict pain on you. I can see you being cut up into tiny pieces of meat and being fed to vultures. I can see you swimming in the fiery depths of Hell; the burning smell of your flesh to me is the smell of freshly cut grass on a bright sunny day. I can see you being torn apart, one limb at a time till all that’s left is your nasty, cunning, manipulating brain that is now just mush. I can see you writhing, twisting, turning among a thousand thorns that tear open your flesh and stab at your black heart. I’m so angry I can imagine my imagination becoming a reality.
Why don’t you grow a pair and tell me to my face that you want
me gone. Instead of pussyfooting around and putting obstacles in my way. So
that what? I would get tired and leave? So that you can turn it around and say
it was me who decided to leave and that your bloody hands are clean? That’s
right, I forgot. You haven’t got any and it’s too late to grow any now. All you
have is that forked tongue that can twist a rose into a thorn, black into
white, the lie into truth. I wish there was a way for me to reach Hell, so that
I can alert the demons down there that their boss the Devil has escaped and is
disguising himself as you. So that they can drag you down to where you belong.
Yeah I know all those things about anger. That it destroys;
before embarking on a journey of revenge, dig two graves; it’s like me drinking
poison and expecting you to die; blah blah blah. I’ll leave that till tomorrow.
Today I am angry. I am angry and I need to vent and break something. I need to
break something before I break. 😠😡
