Grrr...

i would be a dangerous person if i did in fact have a gun,
for these fingers pointed at my head can only do so much.
All my imaginary fiery destruction they watch me enact,
it would be much scarier if i was given a chance to make it real.
The violent shivering when my muscles flex in secret at thoughts,
they would do so much damage if they were let loose.

My eyes scare them when they come close enough to look,
they dare to come close only after I have stopped changing colour.
The scars on my own arms subside much faster than expected
and to their advantage they don't notice blood till its dry and healed.
My smoking body is eventually shown fake calming affection,
once its evident i wont burn their elegant fingers or even char them...

,,,