Is it like a ticking grenade
Or a way of devil’s crusade?
Is it the voice of cracking teeth
Or stress compressed beneath?
Is it a sighful smile’s aftermath
Or heatwave from smoldering wrath?
Is it like boiling blood within nerves
Or an uproar of patience in reserves?
Does it start with an itch within the skull
Forcing a drive within the lifeless hull?
Is it the other side of your mind
Where your demons reside?
Where Darkness and I are on the first name base
A distinct shade of a bland humane face
Have you felt it?