Possessed

By the need of what’s inside me

I am

Searching for something in the way

Horror

With no one else left beside me

Become

The thing that takes them all away

Stray identity politic

Animalistic, gone ballistic

An interchangeable head

The blood of strays beneath my nails

I’m going hunting, I’m going hunting

No better feeling than to kill

I’m going hunting, I’m going hunting

My head goes silent

I’m going hunting, I’m going hunting

When emptied by the thrill

I will take them all

All my life I’ve wanted this control

All my life I’ve wanted this control

To take back all the security that they stole

I will take it from them

Staring at the reflection in the water trying to understand its ripples as my own curvature

What when where how and who is this creature

Bleach out the roar in my head as their eyes go pale

If god didn’t want me to take then why did he make everything frail

I so direly want to know

If god didn’t want me to kill

Then why did he give me the tools

Why did he give me the tools

Why did he give me the tools

Why does everything crumble so easily in my hands?

I so direly want to know

I’ll just keep killing

Everything that made me this way

And I will just keep seething

No apathy, only rage

“Dance is gone, and beauty, and love and music.

Smoke remains, and hunger.”

When backed into a corner

The beast is in us all