a world figuring out who I am

 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