a creature of fury
writing in the summer winds
flowing like a rip tide
just dying to claw us all apart
me, you, all of you.
i'm an animal from it
and i would cut off my own arm
to sate the beast
such raging tempers
are hardly human.

a creature of misery
trying to drown itself
it holds its head down
and keeps being pulled back
by a force it does not understand
and does not care to
i have spilled so much of my own blood
to try and sate the beast
such billowing masochism
makes me hardly human

the two lock arms against me
but they will not work together
every noose one ties
the other chews through
every knife one holds to a throat
the other finds restraint
they are me
but they are not the other
and i would slit my own throat
just to stop the fight