This rage inside solidifies,
Turns cold and hardens.
Creeping from my solarplexes,
it's tendrils of freezing hate emerge.

Silence focuses in and the subject of hate pleads.
Fuel for the fire.

Everything around the room becomes cold.
Sweat chills the skin.
Thin layers of ice appear over objects.
Eyes lock in and subject holds their breath.

Screams upon screams as hate deepens.
Twisting the cortex of the soul.
Victims is burnt and frozen.
Eyes have films of ice on them.

No fainting on me, you can rest when your good and dead.
And maybe not even till then.

A twist of lingering vengeance,
and the last breath escapes.
Unlocking eyes, they now sweep the room.
Nothing left to hate here.