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Looking at the world with pain and hate,

I see red when I want my vision to clear.

I glare at everyone around me because I am wrought in fear.

I am ready to kill someone though I have never tried,

Ready to be the creature that I hold inside.

I want to sink my teeth into them and drink their life

Until they have no more blood in their body,

Until they have no more pulse.

No more life.