I wish I could rip the world apart
Dig my hands into its soft pink flesh and separate its chest from its heart
Tear the gullet from the throat with my teeth
Claw the eyes from their sockets, hobble its hands and feet

This feeling is not a focused thing
Without sense or direction, only a beginning
And no ending

I wish I could rip him apart
Slide my hand under his ribs, grasp his lungs and heart
Line them up on a plate, slice each into a million parts
And shatter it over his face, just to say I win
cut a vein with the needle he used and sip from within
Drink away my rage, I can do it better than him

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Phaestian, in the year 949 AF.