I am not angry
it is merely my fists
that are restless
and your face
that seems so soft
I am not hungry
it’s simply that my teeth
enjoy a challenge
and the risk of chocking
is such great entertainment
I am not horny
it is just that I have this
thing and you have those
things and wouldn’t it be a
shame to let them all
go to waste
I am not dying
it is only my lungs
that need their independence
and my heart that needs its
rest