Insult.

Hurt.

Maim.

Kill.

Destroy.

These words run through the mind of an innocent little boy.

They tingle the back of his brain.

Sometimes he lets our a cry of, "Die!"

"Fry!"

Or sometimes, "Burn!"

On the inside he's just an innocent little boy.

The inside tries to let itself out, but he fights it with all his might.

The fight against his invisible foes is oh such a gory fight.

What a beautiful sight.

Kill.