Impulse Murderer

Perhaps I was not created for this world?
My soul is jaded with ire.

The hunger came back into my brain.
It never really left.

How could I have known this is shark water,
while I hurled you overboard?

I have approached the root of insanity.
This sums up my cravings.

There is merely this.
Can my vehemence defeat yours?

Poem #5
*For the Raven's, "one a day" poetry challenge for the month of November.