Morning Hero

this morning I sought to be informed to become a glutton for sturm and drang two dimensional facts were tasteless only wailing tears realtime malevolence and the correct color of blood could satiate the need to know to swallow evil feel it burn my bowels squeeze through my lens tear my retina and twist my lips into unutterable words emaciate my heart until I become the dark fairy tale I read in my youth then and only then would I be moved to action untie the tongue unblind the truth mount a white horse shine in sunlit armor and shield my sensibility with brute mentality swing my sword of purity behead the lame excuses of paltry personalities who make the evening news and forge myself into the morning hero.