Rage

Alive and angry....ready to strike..ready to kill.
Don't Cross my path if you know what's good for you.
I am the sound of nails scraping across a blackboard
I am the howls in the night that make your blood run cold.
I would like nothing more than to see you in pain, agony.
Can you see the hatred in my eyes, Can you feel the coldness in my touch?
I have no sympathy for you, you pathetic creature.
Your begs for mercy have no effect, your cried of pain make me laugh..
You are weak.

I am everything you fear.
I am your worst nightmare...come to life.

Hungry for pain, hungry for blood.

phoenix - 5-24-98

(another name I use...)