Sitting at my desk, handcuffed to the armrest. Waiting for the surge, anxiously
Preparing Catharsis Quill like a knife Redirect blood rush through ink
Unknown Evil Chorea
My hand led by some will power Inner chaos Manifesting through ink
Evil Unknown Chorea
My subconscious takes control Painting red circles Stronger than I am Can't prevent my arm from committing in frenzy This perfect shape Most efficient and lethal
Suddenly the blood flow gets back to the normal temper So long till the next surge frees me again