Schitzo-Mania.

Schitzo-mania!!!

©-MFB III 

A monster sleeps within me,
who slips out savagely
to reap it's havoc on all those
who offend my pride and see,

Face twisted into grimace,
blood red as lips expand
to bellow foul obscenities
at all who mock this man.

Like Hyde, my hide distorted
muscles tensing up, and locked,
I watch them shrink under my cuts,
of verbal shrieks half-cocked.

Till something deep inside my soul,
swings a sword of deep regret,
to slay the demon loosed from me,
and viscerate my angst.

Disembowled from
my foul inner beast
my lips apologize,
oft times to their
retreating backs
in futile, humble tries.

Tread softly near my other side,
I hold little control,
lest homicidal tendencies
cost me my mortal soul.

I am part Manson, and part Speck,
we all hold claim inside,
to rages most premordial,
it's the fall after the pride.