Melt Down Man

He's a man of many moods
A crap shoot upon awakening
Will the morning bring malaise
Or anticipatory dread
Will there be bloodshed in the afternoon
Or merely sweat and tears
And who knows what the night will bring?
A femme fatale, or hound from Hell
A little early yet to tell...

I see him reflecting in the mirror
Hatching his little plots and stratagems
Based primarily on delusion
Figments of his circumstance
Choreographed to Hell's own din
Amused, and slowly circling in.