sizzling inside of me is a sceptic
sniffing, among other senses
waiting for the next implosion
rearing the rattle, commanding explosion

I know that I can be explosive
like rusting on iron, corrosive
in dreary conditions
I'll make an admittance

I know it

I have finally awoken
found couscousness unspoken
I have passion and it's leaking and loathing
but I just don't know what to put it in

there's just this thing
so many options and I can't give in...