In throes of feverish self-destruction|
Wondering how I got to this place first
I felt a force behind each decision
Driving me, among options, to pick worst
Was it fear of failure? Fear of success?
Or had a real devil infused me through
Or was it release of lifelong abcess
I'd held back, dammed up, building to a spew
Dark brown, green, purple, red, a vile deluge
Spilling out across my territory
Saying "Deal with me now! Don't take refuge!"
Submerging me and pursuit of glory
Viewed from my new vantage, in retrospect
I see why this mass I failed to inspect.