It is
a pain on the sides of my neck,
it
consumes me,
it
moves from that place stomping its way to the brain,
the
forehead to be more accurate,
it
makes me want to scream or just take someone down
with
words or by force
It is
a killer instinct that lays dormant,
that
sleeps without end
until
such time requires it to awake and yet it does nothing.
The
spikes of pain torture my thoughts ,
Oh,
sweet pain! How I missed it.
Now I
cannot listen to the tunes of desolation, nor the tunes of calm
now
there is no tune, only noise and annoyance.
To
grab you and just enjoy your suffering...
The
tremors appear, the rage oozes from within me,
I am
rude, guilty and innocent
I do
not care but to quench my thirst
I
want to get even
I am
a caged demon
I
can't wait to get my evil ways
My
pen is mad, my anger is lustful
but I
care about just the payback
and
destruction of it all.
From the mind of Cogliostro