Monday, June 8, 2009

Hosility

Hostile.
I'm dangerous
as a loaded gun.
My only want...
the end of you.
Your simple existence
angers me.
Your happines,
enrages me.
In your eyes,
your demise,
my ultimate fantasy.
My fists beg,
To crush your face.
Your arrogance
Makes me despise you.
Threaten me again,
Tell me I won't.
Test my ability to control.
I dare you.
I am a loaded gun,
and my temper has a hair trigger.
Bang!