It’s a funny thought to know
that most people will never see me angry,
or watch me unlock the animal inside.
They see me hide under logical and rational thought,
of controlling my words, and not giving in to these rampant
things you call human emotions,
And then all of the sudden, like a bullet in the hand,
you’ll know I have awakened, and torn off my mask,
you’ll will feel nothing but clairvoyance
and maybe dread,

that’s the way I do my art,
and how I write these stupid poems
and break strings on my guitar whilst screaming like a wolf,
you’ll know.
And I only reserve this beast to the walls of my empty house
and the people who love me the most,
they are the only ones I ravish with these terrible feelings,
so when the beast comes out, be glad I love you,
When the beast does not come out, be thankful I do not.