I don't know if this verse will work,
Nor even if it will rhyme.
I felt the need to write or go berserk,
I didn't worry about keeping time.
I read a verse from one dear to me today,
It drove a blow straight through my heart,
Felt like being abandoned by Fate,
right from the start.
She made me cry, she made my heart bleed
She filled my hollow soul with echoes of her need.
My heart clenched as my resolve wrenched,
I felt a killing lust like a thrust through my brain.
When the sorrow had passed and I could see again,
All I saw was red, everything tinted by dread.
I felt the old need welling within, climbing ever higher,
Becoming a roaring, raging bonfire.
The ecstasy of killing and the heady feel of pain
All came rushing back again.
I tried to call to see if it was true, she didn't answer
Either not home or not picking up the phone.
I wavered between misery and madness, rage and sadness
Until tonight when she came online, this more than
Anything convinced me she was fine. Now what do I do with this impotent rage of mine?
I am not responsible for how you choose to interpret what I say.