an insatiable desire
for animalistic urges
overtakes my being
tendencies toward a
tempestuous scenario
turbulent and tumultuous innards
garner a blackening anguish
from within
an upheaval of frigid soul
or lack thereof
a careless catastrophe
caused by the need for change
blank stares toward a world
I’ve never known
or choose not to
midnight embraces
do nothing to heal the hurt
deadening from distillation
a chemical induced dulling
providing only a smidgen of relief
a smattering of significance
is sprinkled throughout
I’m just worried
that it will never be enough
Gloomy Forebodings 