Tears violently crashing
Emotions powerfully overflowing
My head is spinning
Oh what would I be with lack of this demon? Lack of this vile beast. Broken glass would feel like cotton A bed of nails would feel like home
This brutal beast is utterly rotten Violent like tornadoes Cunning like foxes Twisted like roots
He is always there, ready to erupt. He stalks his prey Not just at night, But at any given moment On any given day.