Chapter 112
Vile And Evil
A storm rages in my consciousness
Lightning flashes, thunder roars
The windshield wipers work hard
But I still can not see what soars
A blanket of thick fog shrouds
All before, behind and around me
Only right here and right now
Is what I am able to think I see
My consciousness is the storm
It strikes like a violent tornado will
Tearing apart all it touches so deadly
Hurting all it contacts, leaving a chill
Something this ugly, vile and evil
Needs to be violently destroyed quickly
Full of insane emotional delusions
Seen only as a fiend and sickly
Nobody
