It's like your a wolf with rabies.
You don't know how or why you're here,
and you don't know what's going on.
But if there's one thing on your mind,
Blood.
Death.
These are the two things you bring,
but it's not you.
It's your anger.
It has stayed inside for years,
but recently it rampaged,
and now it controls you.
Sometimes you awake
to see yourself in the middle of nowhere,
and you don't know what's happened.
You wouldn't do this,
because it's not you,
it's your anger,
and you have no control,
since your rabies
can't be treated now.
















No control.