I have an itch.

There's something inside me.

Everyday it grows larger.
Like a hungry toddler, It whines and yells.
I, as a patient parent offer fodder,
But it continues to belt.
This, have it you ever felt?
A burning hunger for violence?
Your judgment starts to doubt,
Because I'm begging please!
I need your guidance!

Before I lose control.

This instinctive rage is hard to please.
Snapped pencils, crumpled paper, what's another few trees?
I'm told it's man's disease,
But he screams and disagrees.
On dark snow fields I beg the shadows.
I ask them for the fate that I chose.
A hungery lion, a frightening tiger, or a furious bear.
It's better their flesh then yours that I tear.

Dear God do I dare?

I have an itch inside me,

Its teeth begin to bare.