An ever-burning sun

Isn't much fun

My anger is something

That I can't outrun

It's seems like it's more

Like an endless war

That's being fought in the bowels

Of my mortal core

What kind of god

Would make me this way

Put a demon in me

That just wants to play

To cut and to hurt

To watch the blood spurt

Sometimes it's easier

To just go inert

So next time you see

A quiet guy like me

Keep your comments to yourself

And you'll avoid a killing spree