A True Time Of Anger

It's a true time of hunger
Unreliable of it's source
I can feel it's fluids in me
That emerge from (seemingly) nowhere

Such a mechanism of hatred
Such a talented perspective

It's inside, it's boiling
I long for it
It's absurd, it's calling
A new path is needed, (yet) within the old

Hunger! I hunger

Evolution of thought
Perfecting an agenda
Times do come when
We must face ourselfes
A demon-like shadow
In the mirror, from which you can not escape...
Can not escape...
Can not escape...
Can not escape...
Can not escape...
Can not escape...