Psychotic laughter portaided,
volcanic eruptions of sinister gasses,
ground shaking violence of voice,
hand binding by invisible cuffs,
pulling you by your weakest point,
tossing you into a sea of hatred,
a blood bath for the innocent,
causing your every muscle to twitch,
violently and violently you struggle,
until you slowly sink to the bottom.
Matthew Boisjolie
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bottoms-up-4/
