In times of need you will find me. Broken by charms, careening recklessly towards a shallow ravine. Throw mud, it doesn’t stick. Use a brick and get hit with it. I am blood for blood when it is called for, I am jagged edged splintered glass in a bar fight. I am dereliction of senses given to mad massive frenzies I am the dying gasp of passion. Yet sober, somber I enact my will with consciousness reverberating from every cell. Calling to you, to not make me do this, Saying I want to be decent even though in these single acts of violence there is no decency in me! There is a savage baying for blood wanting to rip, rend, and tear! Come at me so I can break you. And through the red haze that is my vision, I’ll want to give mercy, I’ll hear you to ask me stop, but I won’t.

And that is what scares the shit out of me.