lying in a dark room
drowning in my thoughts
storms swirl inside my eyes
hundred of thousands of neon dots
they flicker in and out of existence
they run from my direct sight

a young wild creature
curled up with me
she sleeps against the hyper-fast pulse in my core
she seems to find it hypnotic

there is a wild creature in me, too
She paces around a nuclear reactor
filled with rage and pain

There is blood under her fingernails
It belongs to someone she loves

There's no one to raise their voice and cry 'Evil'
There's no one to send me to jail