Sometimes, I have feelings inside that are resolved by cold, determined destruction.
The gentle intent of forcible displacement is tantamount to amorous seduction.
I won’t stop ’til you’re off and away from this place, I care not if there’s pain, blood or tears.
As I force you away from your friends you hold dear I release all my inner fears.
I destroy to fill holes but in my quest I make holes, and I’m sure that my wife finds it repulsive.
But, like a drug, I can’t stop. A release from my drop, calculated but often impulsive.