Nicotine suffocation

There was a man I once knew.

It was the type of guy I've heard my peers at the time describe him as a good person, although... I could never quite associate anything positive with this... parasite. For me, this wasn't a nice man at all, no, it was somebody... something that made me stop seeing people as people, and more as... animals. Animals no different than ones that engage in cannibalism, turn against those they're meant to care for.

One of many things was the way he'd daunt, perceiving, believing he had some form of superiority over me... enough for me to wish the worst of torture I'd have loved to inflict upon his pathetic being, for hours on end. This true desire to harm him, I clutched it, and it had become this... sadistic dream that I knew would never come true, and most definitely should not. Of course, at any age at all, people receive a momentary surge of a powerful emotion and believe it to last forever, only to forget about it once they've calmed down.

It had taken me years to realize that my time to calm down from this lividity cannot be until another few additional years to come. Probably. Hopefully. Despite myself not having seen this man in years, many times when I become angry about possibly anything, the first that comes to my mind are the countless ways I would break, tear, shred, and lacerate this guy apart. And Hell, the way people look at me in public, when I widely bare my teeth for seemingly no reason.