Kill Capacity

what does it take to make a man snap,
to lather his hands in the blood of anyone?
life rises up and crushes everything
and leaves behind a bitterness
a hate that resembles blocked arteries
that closes off all capacity for compassion
hidden within and coming out in coils
it vibrates these bones wracked with rage
oh, how life can turn a person into a pariah
a beast that snaps at a helping hand
as the capacity to kill courses through me
i’m shaken at my ability to sink so deeply
into the sick thoughts that soothe me
i'll wrap my teeth around my throat
and tear out my own temperance
there’s no going back
once you’ve drawn a little blood