My eyes are burning, running as if acid is replaced, my head is pounding like there's someone inside my head punching and scatching as if they hate me. My rage O my rage is building up. Is to a point where it's over the pot, boiling over the limit.

The knife that's in my hand is walking, its walking towards human flesh, skin that could easily be ripped apart. My ears are ringing as if im taking a hearing test but as if im deaf and have no hearing aids. The knife is it'sown person, it's walking, walking past me into the wind and into human flesh. Stab stab, all i could think of was, is this me..?! The hands and unknown faces tugging and pulling at me only made it worse. Looking at what i had done, i didn't regret iy, but rewarded myself for doing what was right, for protecting what was blood, something precious, my mother.