Ghost of Jealousy
There's something wrong with this, the whole urge to fight and rip their heads out. The quick force to pull trigger and force the bullet out one more time and cause damage. I try to hold myself at bay, let it go and not give a "tooth"... But I do, I bloody do and I want to reek havoc. They think it's cute to take my friends and talk trash on my family like they have the right to shake my family tree. They want to oppress and take all I got for their own when sharing had never been my strongest points of view. They pushed me this far and I feel that force to want to hurt them real bad, real bad right now. The force moves me straight through my door, I reach for my closet down under knowing what I have there. I don't understand it. There's a strange cold in my spin, a shiver down my thigh under, a small voice whaling through my thought. I've felt this force before but never asked it name. Felt it when that creep tried to take my girl from me. Felt i...