As seconds go by, so does my patience. That nonstop noise is such a nuisance, It's ticking me off! Something is brewing, Much more than a storm I feel the last of my sanity Chipping away and plunging into Hell.
An icy hand wrenches my heart, Which is held by worn strings. A vengeful spirit takes my place And forces me to be their host.
My phalanges are vibrating To the pounding of my vocal chords As they snap one by one.
Maybe a little of my strength.... No harm in a little scolding.... What could possibly go -
Look. You did it again. Another step towards being inhuman.
This year seems to be the year of constant anger. I can't hold it in sometimes and I'm starting to worry if I'll end up hurting someone fatally one day...