Aggressive Hostility

Ring my hands and interlock them around his neck. He's suffocating, and he's gasping for air. Veins start forming indents in his skin, and his face starts burning red. No, its not enough. Not enough to suffice me, not enough until I see what I want to see. I desire for red, bloodshed, spilling out his eyes mixed in with the bitter taste of his tears. His eyes force out of his sockets, and tongue bursts out of his mouth. He gasps and falls.
I now stand with my mind ablazed. Consumed by aggression itself, burning, injecting its black venom as it flows through my arteries and capillaries. My skin deteriorated, and my bones covered in black, oozing with aggression. Every step taken, left a fiery footstep behind me, and every breath devours the air with a mix of fire, and the sky pours gasoline and toxins.
Who can stop this blindness to kill? Who will withstand this power and desire for blood? Who will destroy and prevent this savage from eating after years of hunger?
None.