i'm so focused on destruction right now.
my heart doesn't feel good and i don't know why.
all i wanna do is break and yell,
hoarse, angry yells over stuttered fragments of distorted simplicity.
i want to yell all the anger out of me.
i don't want it here.
i don't know why it's appearing in me,
again.

this is emotion over logic.
this is reckless abandon.
i will start a fight and let someone else finish it.
i want scars.
i want people to see the spirit of anarchy in my tattered features.
i once said that there was a person i wanted to be,
and that i'd be taking steps to make him me.
maybe now is the time for another bone-shattering leap down the staircase...