A rather strange take on what I’ve been feeling lately, filtered through the actions of a single day. I’m in a fairly interesting place – no matter how deeply and often I choose to exaggerate the current state of affairs regarding my… interests.
“Local Warming (A Minor Tragedy)”
I greet each hazy early morn’,
As I stand my righteous ground,
Yet I seethe out of my form
Every time she comes around.
Growling, frowning as I might,
Treading over vacant skulls,
I can’t allow myself to fight
This fever uncontrolable.
And once I lose myself among
Mundane faces, mortal toils,
Humming her sweet silent song,
She makes my coursing venom boil.
Shaking, I’ve learnt to make do
(In fact, I cannot stand at all);
And fright’ningly, I’m starting to
Use words like… “adorable” –
This is, frankly, horrible!