Esra Sloblock - Red Mist

It wouldn't give in.
No matter how much force I used.
I wanted back what was rightfully mine.
I rained myriad punches,
Unleashed numerous kicks,
Threw it to the ground.
Lying, twisted and broken,
Still it held on.
I had a knife.
I plunged it right up to the hilt
Straight into it's smug, cynical face
And twiiiiisted.
No sign of life.
I booted it again for good measure,
Collected it's battered carcass
And slung it into the back of my car.
Now,
Where can I find a new video?

Esra Sloblock

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-mist-2/