The Agony of An Unforgiven past

I carved my conscience on the wall,  not mean but assured not to play victim. I godded my desires and fed it more pain to ignite fury.

Guilt out of the question, feelings to no will but to maim. Infused in a bloody bath, I rose to undo the clean slate for destiny and fate has turned It red.  

Anger fed my taste.. With unquenchable desire to ruin . Havoc became my identity. 

I spasm at the thought of creating pain, with wild thoughts increasing the rage.. Doting lines to connect my prey.

I avenge my past for the terror it has caused my future.

If I die,  let my carcass be fed to the vultures for it will finally make my death useful to the animals since my life was useless to humans. 

I was not born this way, The world created this beast in me.