My Madness, Pure And Divine

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If there was a cure for the itch under the skin, or the raised hair on the back of my neck, I'd never take it. As long as the blood flows from underneath silken flesh, and the primitive reigns free in my head, Freedom will ring out like a thunder storm crashing down on the land of the living. In a fresh breath of air, In a muzzle full of meat, Life's pulse felt through the ground underneath paws beating against the ground. Unleashed fury of the night, Blessed be. The glint of dark eyes in moonlight. In my head the greatest pleasures of life are simple, primordal urges, instinct set free. These are the things nightmares are made of. The things that make men shiver and mothers weep. This creature inside that in shadows creeps. The slight of a smile hiding crooked teeth, eyes buried in fur, strikes the very fear in a child's mind. My sweet dreams, of murder and mayhem. Gaia's gift to me, untamed, and beautiful. This curse of mine, These are my razorblade nightmares, This is my chaotic harmony, this is the tragedy, this is me.