Quissidelan

A psyche to that of a tail Fray of fevered life To cling from haphazardly Atmosphere of neurotic sense As a sensual feeling of mistrust A degenerate madness to seep unto Dipsomania a malignant disease Claws to dig into this mind Fear of an unrelinquished sense Tear reason from its root Grow an animosity within its wake Segregate the sane from the questionable A drink of thought quenches the mind Shot of data to inspire few Few that would make considerable difference To drag and tear this pride from me Rip my fangs from my muzzle Scorch my tail in flames of hate Lap my blood hidden in my veins Masticate my soul as ravenous force…….