If words could describe the deep seething hate settled into my heart, maybe in some foul say I'd have peace of mind. Naming my demons one by one, giving the grotesque form as a reflection of the sins they embody. Would their presence further cloud my distracted decaying mind? To have such raw emotion so close to the surface, begging to be leg free to act on impulse and blind date. These beasts will slowly erode me away regardless of my fight to hold them at bay. I am human after all and none of us escapes our base instincts in the end.