Adrenaline prickles my widely spread fingers.

Knuckle-dusters need dusting,

And so does my reputation with a little tarnish.

I can’t stop.

I can’t straighten and sober my mind,

And my levels of enthusiastic crime.

Anger pours the sincerity freely.

Sharp nails need painting,

And so does my unfinished image.

Thorn once.

Thorn twice.

Thought the thought that urges me to insanity.