This villainous fiend that is me,
the shadow in firelight,
the beast waiting to spite,
such villainous things I perceive;
this slowly emptying sea,
the waves that break,
the breaths they take,
what a fucking tragedy;
this temper tantrumming,
the punches at air,
the utter despair,
such a childish identity;
this condition that’s underlying,
the highs and lows,
the last to know,
such a burden is mine to carry;
this unforgiven monstrosity,
the one under my skin,
the one who I am,
such a hideous monster is me.
Beasts of Articulation 