Sick Like me

I squeeze fist into a rock, Jaw firmly set, temper racing head pounding blurry vision I SCREAM. Violence rides on my voice and death plays inside my head. Malice and ill will stagnate because I want you to hurt. To experience pain Lovely pain. For its icy hot fingers to caress your quivering body, jabbing and biting, sneering and laughing. Dirtying you. Making you sick. Sick like me.