Molten liquid hate

submerges his brain

boiling rage, caged,

inside the walls

of his lungs,

frustration,

drips on the floors

burning holes,

smoldering pain,
like blazing flames,

consume his life cells,

driving him insane
all day.

It fumes, screams,
incinerates,
smashing open

the fragile case

that holds it all
within.

Paranoia belies
understanding, lies
multiplies delusions,
spreading rabies
of a different kind,
in his spirit.

Spit drips from

the corner of his lips.

Hurt
strangles his insides,

choking

his blood supply,

taking him hostage

holding him

at it's mercy,
all the time.

Wild youth,
energy that's hostile

goes
into an overdrive.

A sick animal

gets ready to escape
run naked,

amok

out in the world.

Enemies he sees

all around,
petrified,
he crouches
on the ground,

ready to kill
avenge his kind,

fight shadows
to escape
fate and fly
beyond the reach

of humankind.

The terror
of being alive

haunts him
all the while

Is that a reason
enough

to kill or a lie?
Either way,

in his mind
existence is
enough provocation,
and justice to him,

has been denied.

Salvation on earth
seeks a damned soul,
a lonely life cries out

for someone's love,

a deranged mind

goes out of control,

drummed in hate

breaks free,
buried pain explodes
the heat
melts the chain

of self-control.

Desperation flares,
a nuclear fusion

of disdain
takes over his brain

an indiscriminate killer,
is born,
killing another young one,

a smoking gun stands,
ready to end
it's own tragic run.

No longer safe

the world waits,
like the inevitable

burial ground
for it's son.

An innocent soul
without hope,

twisted beyond
help, with
no tomorrows,

I see him
hurl himself
at the setting sun.

Finger

on the trigger,
he stares at the world,
blind to reason
no longer sure
if there's God
or a place for him

in Heaven.

I hear him speak,

stammer and silently cry,

the words come out

tired and heavy,

with a sense of hesitant

finality.

Breath...

push the poison away from the brain...

can somebody help me...

please...

don't let me disintegrate...
don't let me die...

don't let me go away

in the stream of a wind

in the whiff of a smoke

tell me please...

it's all an illusion
a deceptive vision

tell me

it's just a curse of my time,

tell me

it all just in my mind.

Frozen in time, they sit

watching in horror

as he squeezes the trigger.

A woman smiles,
tells me politely,

I've just watched
the cold-blooded rampage
of another teenage-killer
on TV.