• Tension...
    As the fissures in my mind continue to widen
    Alarms go off with the intensity of an air siren
    A crimson haze clouds my vision:
    And my blood begins to boil; cannot make logical decisions
    I fight against it, but steadily sink into the mire
    Filled with hatred and rage and wanton desire
    My personality shifts; I'm done being carefree
    You really should think twice about messing with me.