Violent

I feel a little violent

Backed against the wall

Left without a knife, just my fists

And eagerly receding wits

All I feel is the energy burst from within

Stinging until the bees drop

Floating until gravity breaks

There’s no room for innocence, only pain

Life brings death and a new array

Of color, shape, and size

Endless possibility if you would treat your mind

Like a weapon of war

Cunning, deceiving, and easily armed

Full-auto into the flesh of the unaware

I wear the scars, they tattoo my charred skin

There is no rest, each breath I dig in

And hold my place in this no mans land

The beast has not yet seen

My gauntlet dressed hand

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