Seeing Red

I see red
And before me
Is chaotic turn ahead
To leave behind
No living one
With memory of what
I’ve done
Or haven’t.
Does it matter?
My brain is scrambled,
Tossed and scattered.
How the fuck
Do I get free?
Seeing red
Has sealed my fate
And reduced the rest of me
To endless hate.

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