It's
Simple, really
To be unkind
As simple as the
Resolution to change your mind
When the stinger comes
Out and your
Empathy goes
Blind

When
Your pride
Takes reign and
Your gaze turns red
And the only thought in
Your head, is how
To maim them
With words
Unsaid

And
The Adrenaline
Burns through your
Veins, cruelty leaving unwanted
Stains on the hearts of
Those who tried to
Sate your endless
Ache for
Pain

But
Then the
Fog dissipates and
Your vision begins to
Clear, and the strongest stench
To accompany fear is
The salty aroma
Of their
Tears

And
Your cosnceince
Is screaming, "You
Tore them apart," and
A dull throb will pierce
Your pounding heart, like
A flying arrow
Hitting its
Mark

It's
Simple, really
To find the
Line, between self defense
And waging a war against
The ones who call
Themselves your family
And your
Friends.