Anger creeping in my soul..

I am not exactly a person who takes pleasure in other people's pain but, similarly enough I don't want anybody to take pleasure in my pains. It's tiring though how easily enough people take pleasure in our pains without actually even thinking what we may go through while they easily slit our throats. Sometimes you do feel like Dexter, yearning for blood for every moment of your life. Yesterday someone just spread rumors about me and no one cared to defend my pride. Are these whom I am supposed to mark as friends? I guess not!
The attacks made me crazy to the point that I woke up angry this morning and while listening to Behemoth wrote a poem with a murderous intent. Crazy you might say but, life is not exactly easy. Anger is bad for the soul but, perhaps it is necessary all along. To feel the good at the very least. Here is the poem written below

I bless thy soul,
With a blessing of death,
You dare to kill me in sleep
May you rot in hell
,Slide down my tongue
,Drink thy blood untamed,
Every night you shall pass
In the nightmare I create