Tremors

My body was restless in agony

I felt the river of blood rushing on course

My breath departed in a sad symphony

I held myself near, it’d be better to stay close

My mind grew stale and filthy

As my limbs stood arrogant and free

My thoughts began a motion so stealthy

I envisioned the war take hold of me

It had begun the race against time

Running to save any bit of life

My ripper instincts had stolen my prime

I let the destruction conquer and  proudly strive

In dormant reasoning I lost my fight

I was nibbling on bitter circumstance

I told the voices they were chewing on more than I could bite

By chance I let loose, admiring my demons malicious dance.