Something horrible is happening inside of me,
and I don't know why.
My nightly bloodlust has overflowed into my days.
I feel lethal,
on the verge of frenzy.
I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
I have
all the characteristics of a human being.
flesh, blood, skin, hair.
But not a single clear identifiable emotion,
except for glee and disgust.
My pain
is constant and sharp,
and I do not hope for a better world for anyone.
In fact,
I want my pain to be inflicted on others.
I want no one to escape.
This confession has meant nothing.