"Crusader"

Infernal! Internal Anguish!
Fuck off won't you please.
I'm so sick, I'm puking,  
I'm on my bruised up knees
...grabbing the thresholds of
in..san..it..ies!
I can't make no sense of my emotions anymore.
My guts are ripping,
they're gonna fall out on the floor!
But sun comes up bright,
the following day,
awakens me to the ho-ri-zon,
I suddenly get a strong urge to write words
...describing all of the sirens.
My words start out dark,
wet tears on the page, anger abound
...I don't want to rage!
My mind takes a break from the bad for awhile,
I must think of something to put on a smile.
My creative ideas I imagine in life,
show up all over my paper,
they fill me with this new, great peace in my gut.
.. I think I've become a Crusader!