I feel absolutely awful today:
Not just blue, but in the mood to hurt
anyone who gets in my way.
I confine myself to being curt,
but this hurts them anyway.
I admit to feeling good,
no matter how savagely.
I wonder, does this allude
to my general personality?
I guess it could.
Despite this realisation,
I can't suppress the desire to tear and bite,
maul, and all the while delight
in the terrible sensation.
I assure you I haven't yet turned wild,
but my nails are creating red crescents in my skin
and the softest words have no effect because I am already riled
beyond rationality, beyond any committed sin.
If this were Hell,
I would be sure to become an angel,
because this feeling
is simply unbearable.