I want to crush you,
and hurt you,
or in some way prove you deserve those things,
while maintaining my sense of morality.
which is at least a wall I can hide behind,
allowing my brain to roam free,
on the terrain of evil,
exploring peaks and valleys,
to learn where to hide and when to attack.
the calm that follows the anger is unfortunate,
stamping out the crime of passion,
when rationality can come back,
slowing my movements and thoughts,
returning them to human,
I know when shown everything wrong with the world,
I’m shown myself.