Smugness has sculpted your face into a permanent sneer
It’s fascinating
I can’t bear it
Sometimes I want to punch you, rearrange your face
I know it’s violence for violence’s sake, I’m afraid
You bring out the worst in me
Though sometimes I doubt it’s not for the greater good
Doesn’t it show that inside of me is a thumping heart?
And what better way to feed it’s hunger
than being on the lookout for blood?