Easily tempted when tired
All the things that tick and spin within
Begin to motivate more than they should
Begin to surface and control more than I should allow
All the lust
For a flesh not my own
All the hunger for another
All the urges
To fight against anything
That isn't an internal demon
All the rage
I need to wake up
I feel the need to shake things up
In the unhealthiest of ways
As my cups are drained
Emotionally and spiritually
Physically and mentally
I feel the warmth of a hand
I feel the craving for a hand
I know better than to accept its touch
I know I should be repulsed
I feel fire burning in my skin
I hear an internally primal chant
"Fight her, fight him, fight them all..."
I can feel what must be an aching
To hear them brake under my hands
To see them crumple in the wake of my capabilities
May 30, 2010
May 30, 2010 at 3:20 AM UTC
Easily tempted when tired
All the things that tick and spin within
Begin to motivate more than they should
Begin to surface and control more than I should allow
All the lust
For a flesh not my own
All the hunger for another
All the urges
To fight against anything
That isn't an internal demon
All the rage
I need to wake up
I feel the need to shake things up
In the unhealthiest of ways
As my cups are drained
Emotionally and spiritually
Physically and mentally
I feel the warmth of a hand
I feel the craving for a hand
I know better than to accept its touch
I know I should be repulsed
I feel fire burning in my skin
I hear an internally primal chant
"Fight her, fight him, fight them all..."
I can feel what must be an aching
To hear them brake under my hands
To see them crumple in the wake of my capabilities
This was written on September 30, 2009.