halos and horns...

"...you have to be really cold hearted to do something like that, but if you are, theres no feeling like it..."
i wanted to take him apart... as simple as that... the gators had surfaced...
he wasn't a name or a face or a person, he had no past and definitely no future as far i was concerned... he was merely gray track pants and a red shirt... and as such the focus of my rage... reasons, trivial or otherwise, become irrelevant when emotions come into play, and this afternoon they had... out of sheer respect for those that read this i will refrain from sharing those emotions...
when i felt that surge the only thing that prevented me from dislocating his knee or dislocating his ankle or dislocating anything that could be dislocated was that he kept the hell away from me... he saw it in my eyes... i was out to get him... and i would have, without a second thought, i would have broken his leg with a purposely mistimed blast... it would have seemed an accident... conscience isnt even a prop in this act...
bigger and better things... im feeling subdued now... im reflecting on the days proceedings... its 3 am... this is my reflecting time... somewhere pastries have gone sour... somewhere bread is growing yeast... and one castle comes tumbling down... nandos, the setting... thankful for those still floating... realisation setting in... 'still running over the same old grounds... what have i found... the same old fears...'
and i leave you with the jist of a song ive heard only recently...
stop acting so innocent... your halos going to come down over your neck and choke you...
still im more than a little bit curious how you plan to go about making your amends...
cast your demons out... and for the first and last time just look me in the eye and tell me...
how is this going to end?

safe...