Blood

Fists clenched, knuckles white. Thousands of words tear at my throat, Every heavy breath a hushed bellow.

There is no where you could go, There is no where you could hide, Where I would not follow.

You cannot escape retribution. This is the last time you cross me, I demand blood as restitution.

Pray to god you see tomorrow.

it is a curse to be hot headed when you have weapons growing out of your face.