Tempestuous.

An urge is an urge.
An action is an action.
To avoid the action is to increase the urge.
For release...

It's been so long since we caught eyes,
since the day I nearly died,
since the day I barely cried,
with relief...

The taste of blood is distant,
almost edging from the shadows,
closing into me,
suffocating me...

There is only so much I can withstand,
before I lose all control,
before I finally snap,
until I collapse...

One day we'll meet again,
a razer for a gash,
a tissue for the blood,
a coffin in the mud...