My couch is a wasteland, Pulls me down, I cannot stand. It scares me that I’m drawn to gore, I see destruction, I want more. I don’t know if its anger, Or if it’s something stranger. I want to shatter glass, I need to make this feeling pass. I want to throw things and scream, I want to get out of this dream. Running isn’t satisfying, I feel like I need to break something.