Raging and screaming. Thrashing and tearing. Pull it apart by the seams. Undo the world and burn it to ashes this is the stiff in my dreams.
Night after night, year after year, on the outside you see only steel. But inside there's crying and gnashing and striving to contain or release what I feel.
I can't tell you which. You son of a bitch, forgive me it comes and it goes. I hate and I love, all fiercely and hard, but rarely if ever, it shows.
I'll kill you, you fucker. If you try to hurt us. But my protection is the strongest around because my life means nil and pain is no stranger. In fact that's one thing I know how to feel.
So what's a bit more, I've got nothing to lose. Are you ready to see how this goes? It's dark inside here and I've longed for destruction, so set off this keg and let's blow.
This is what happens when you beat a dog so severely. I know cause that's what they made me do. It warps them, they hate it, but the beast grows to take it and they grow right into it too.
So how do you heal it? It can't be undone. But they say that time and treatment can quell. I don't know how that is when I never tell what I'm feeling because the outside is such a distant shell.
The best I can hope for this shell is to cope for long and strong enough to contain the typhoon within that rages and spins and always forever remains.
