Mercutio's Last umm, stand?
I woke up frowning, fists clenched, tearing eyes hot and tired despite 8 hours of sleep. I woke up cursing the sun and the moon, black and white, real and imagination. I woke up and I wanted to punch something, to see if it could feel the pain as much as I can. Now I'm awake, and a string of curses fly from a mouth that is but a cave leading to the infernal abyss. My fingers feel like the claws of a vulture and I think my eyes are dead, because everything is still blurry. I want to throw up. Curse myself, and curse everyone else, curse society curse my naked body and curse school curse government and my broken bathroom curse that daemon inside and curse the fact that he is only inside and can't wreck vengeance for the pain, curse loneliness and curse not being alone curse my brain and the curse on my brain curse life and curse death curse distance and not being far enough curse hope thrice-fold for it is the worst thing of all. Pandora, you missed one, come get it because I don't want it!
What is the recipe to get rid of dreams? I know only one, and it gets more attractive every time I fall. Curse being able to think and the fire in my mind.
I feel slightly better now. My mood will peak around 3 then gladually start to decline, but very gradually. I'll be in the gray by 12:30 and tomorrow morning we will rinse and repeat. Ohh what fun.
In what furnace was thy brain The Tyger