Smells like the empty beer bottles that lay around you half-conscious body.

Taste like the satisfaction and regret of hurting someone.

Sounds like the screaming, arguments, and long strings of profanity that spill out of you.

Creating a violently heated verbal war.

Feels like the blood in you wants to boil over once more.

Looks like the ugly bruise on your right eye, left behind from last night's fight.

You may have won the fight, but in the end, all is lost.

Worst of all you see what's ended up out of your stupidity from drinking and bottling the anger within,

you've finally snapped,

happy now?