sTrapped

stirred again, the urges surge
rising above the rest
and old demons re-emerge
at his rash behest
their insane impulsive fire
searing from within
burns the serpent of desire
crawling 'neath the skin
scraping it, cutting it
making it bleed
and a monstrous fit
is what a monster needs

starved, bled, weakened
to the bedposts, strapped
the monster left alone
is a monster trapped

Oscillations

I: Everyone thinks you're crazy!
I: I'm not!
I: Even I think you're crazy.
I: I'm not. I'm just an undampened oscillating pendulum.
I: That, is crazy enough.