Dog Bite Sonnet

seething mass of volcanic ash erupting emotions, scream and shout awesome magma, fires clash i'm chained forever without gnashing snarling vicious dogs run loose but starved and meek, they trot behind will follow or turn a course I choose? perhaps some peace of mind i can find but in the lead, strong and mean seem to conjure confusion and strife where am i going, the wind is keen whip-lashed running, fearing life i'm at the mercy of my passions sore a great big hunk of my ass has been tore.