The Death of Fate

I have lived all my life
you mocking every turn
laughing when brought low
clinging when I stand
enough is enough
the only way left
is the direction I'm walking
for my path leads not right or left
but through the heart of you
stand aside
or you will not survive
I have nothing left to lose
except a life of little meaning
even to myself
stand aside I say one last time
my hands itching to destroy
wrapped tight
squeezing with all my might
your face red then purple
throbbing veins and
guttural sounds
I take my fate
from the hands of the dead
and I am finally free