No Control

The sound of your palpitation,

Drowning out any voice of reason.

That bitter taste of vile words in your mouth,

Poisoning your tongue.

Blinded by the white-hot adrenaline,

That pulses through your veins’

And the stench of venom,

Readying its-self to explode.

The sinking feeling in your stomach,

Like you’ve just swallowed a brick of lead.

Fist clenching, palms sweating,

Your hair standing on end.

Then, when you finally realize,

That you forgot your humanity,

For just a split-second…

It’s too late.





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