My body isn’t able to muster up the terrible scream I want to scream, so frustrated and agitated it will sit within me.

It’ll try to make the noise it so desperately wants, but suppressed by the lack of sound, it will be no more than a grumble.

A hunger rising through my chest, to shatter the ears of all who hear. Leaving them writhing on the floor, clutching at their ears.

It’s only motive, is hatred for what has fallen apart. For if impossible is impossible, than even possibility is nonexsistent. So it will sit.

And it will tear everything apart. From the inside out. Corrupting my mind. Corrupting my heart. Till there is nothing left.

And I hope you fucking realize that it was your hand that pointed me in the direction I’ve gone. Even if it was my feet that took me there.