Someone once described this feeling I have as my being “in a mood” but I don’t know if they really understood the fire that burns inside or if they cared to. Doesn’t much matter at this point what they thought or if they ever cared because what once was isn’t and now this is what we have left.
Ashes, rubble and a desire to run with the moon and wreak havoc. Unleash the dogs of war and enjoy spit blood for the sake of all that is bad and the need to dig a deeper hole.
Silly hyperbole and ridiculous thoughts float and flit by. Perhaps this is best left unsaid or better shared elsewhere.