Even a rat is a social creature

Thrashed my head forward
Smashed him like plaster
Eyes rolled, showing me white
 
Before my mind
translates to my body
My head recoils
and rockets again
 
His body, it staggers
Instinctively so
Before the knees buckle
and his body slumps
 
From this eagal view
The portrait of a victim
His nose is amiss, raw open gum
where teeth once resided
 
There will be no regret
No pity, no remorse
No human lays there
A rat in mouse clothing
 
I pull up my hood
Turn into the night
The air fresh like sugar
Pure heart, pure mind