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.