I am borderline insanity.

The animals just want out of me.

They scratch, and bite, and tear with their claws,

Breaking all of my mind’s laws.

They bend what’s left of my free will;

I despise the evil that starts to spill.

It pools all over onto the floors,

Floats through the windows and out the doors.

I writhe on the floor screaming in pain.

I don’t know why; I can’t even explain.

Now they’re stabbing and pounding.

I want it to stop.

But the animals won’t.

Not until they’re on top.

 

I’m broken; it’s over. They’ve won the war.

The medics strap me up; I know what’s in store.

They’ll send me away,

So I can’t freak anymore.

And these funny farm people

Think I’ll be okay.

The truth is, I won’t.

The animals decided to stay.