Adrenaline



The crowbar clangs as it hits the ground, sits there next to a growing pool of blood.
His two kids sit there dumbfounded, little fucking morons trying to grasp the concept of their father's death, staring at his demolished skull, his brains brutally exposed to the world, the demon walking away.
I couldn't help it, once the adrenaline got me I just kept on swinging, again, and again, mangling his body, crunching bones, splitting skin, filled with hatred.
I couldn't help it, so I let the hate come through, let it innervate my muscles, let the dull thud of crowbar breaking bone resonate through my arms into my chest, grinning sickly as blood spattered on my face, his ribcage torn to shreds.
He told me to slow down, so I did. I got out of the car and bashed his fucking head in right in front of his 2 kids, opened up his abdomen and let the organs spill out.
The crowbar clangs as it hits the ground, sits there next to a growing pool of blood. I wipe the blood off my face, spit on his body, get in the car, and drive away, and nobody knows what the fuck just happened but me. And his two kids just sat there, dumbfounded like little fucking morons.
*Note: I am not actually insane, but sometimes piss me off like this guy who called the cops on me for wreckless driving, so i vent my anger by writing shit like this.