Holy of horror

I see a dark envy that grievously devours a hatred that flares the ashes into a cocoon to be reborn into; a fire heated, sparsely conspiring vendetta, corrupting my every nerve.

What I have witnessed this day is a pearl of gold transformed into the leching societies left overs that breath the clean air mother earth has bestowed on us only to be exhaled ferociously, savagely fucking killing everything in its path.

Words...ha...There are no words, to hear to speak to allow ones self satisfaction. Only dyer emotion reckless like the ocean sea as it draws an off shore storm drowning all in its sights.

Empty like the shell left, after a hatch ling but perpetually driven in a craze spirit that cannot be denied like a tigers thirst for blood.

Hurt and drawn skin inflicted ravaged deep into a calm and sensitive soul, thrown like the common dirt trampled piece by piece.

Revenge is dish best served cold...