The lights are enervating.
I'm gonna spiral down to a frenzy. Soon.
I'd be omnipotent.
And that ice cold demeanour would set in.
My veins are expanding, carving my sculpture.
Flee. Please.
My grip is slippin'.
Turmoil injected.
This Pandora's box, I do not want to unleash.
Its jet black content may just ingest you.
Undulations of anger.
Click. Mind's trigger has been pulled.
My iris turns effulgent white.
My vision, spilled with blood, all around me.
I know none. I spared none.