Bursting through beady eyes Waiting for him to let go of the seat While blood it makes me cry I went far enough To be a goon in your self-disdain Carry through your rage Will you exist without your wrist You ball your hand into a fist I am the creature's animal But I won't be told how to roll Aptly Violet Screaming In silence Dissolving Within Your Tear Up Your body again Briers burn through holy days It's persistent in the cross's shade Antagonistic rage Funeral in rhetoric eyes Just another poets prize Callused to the side Will you exist without your wrist You ball your hand into a fist I am the creature's animal But I won't be told how to roll Will you exist without your wrist You ball your hand into a fist I am the creature's animal But I won't be told how to roll