Somehow, this midnight, my brain is producing a very dark random poem.
Impulse
Have you ever felt an unknown desire
Like everything around should just break and decay
Like all with substance is to smash down and decompose
Yes, the will to destroy, to rip apart
As anything existing is unbearable
As anything around is unwatchable
Unhearable,
Untouchable
Scratch the wall till it opens it's navel...