I cannot tame the fury, nor can I pacify the rage.

Someone leash the beast within me, someone mute its roar: It is devouring my soul.

A boiling, churning vat of writhing hatred, like a carnivorous worm in the stomach of an ignorant creature, preys on my consciousness.

Particule by particule, mutation, dissolution, flux. The progression of a cycle.

Metamorphosis. Stage? How do I remain true?