Nov 12, 2008 22:13
I can hide under my bed, but the dust would just make me disgruntled.
I could eat away my stresses, but then I'd hate myself for being fat.
I would have exercised, but it makes me angry that I have such little room for it.
I might have killed myself, but it pisses me off to know no one would remember me.
Fury finds me everywhere, in everything I do.
The demon no one can control, it does more then just consume.
It spits, it scratches, it burns, it bites...
Find me Fury, because without you, I am not alive.