I want to get up and spirit to some distant finish line.
The knife in my heart and chains around my chest slow my pace to a jog.
Energy screams to be set free.
Fighting against restraints causing more injury.
Like an animal in a cage I wait.
Looking for an opening.
Waiting to pounce.
To let this energy fly
Opening up the doors to the furnace
Letting the Fire Burn.
Sick of pulling punches.
I am an Animal!
You can see the Fangs in my crooked Smile.
Don't you fret you will be safe.
Unless of course you find yourself on my menu tonight.
😉