Those days when you wake up,
Crawl out of bed
And walk out the door
Smell the scent of flowers
Mostly rotten from the trash
When the anger comes, often despair,
Which tightens you up and won't let you go
Then you run, faster and faster,
Because your head can't help it
You feel your carotid artery straining - Every muscle tenses
More hate
More anger
Violence
Escalation
Deconstruction
Those days you wake up
Out of bed crawl
And go to the door
You smell the scent of flowers
Mostly rotten ones from the garbage
When anger comes, often despair,
That constricts you and nothing more lets go
Then you strike - or someone else
Because the head can't do anything else