Anger of Dissonance

Anger of Dissonance

My body is in turmoil.
It aches with need.
I am angry.
I fear this anger is striking.
Striking even the holy.
Suffering will rise and the bodies will toll.
This is an anger of dissonance.
My Titi is yet to come, and it is the blemish of my want.
If, I fear, she is not come to me, in three days.
The point of contact will be devastating.
Come to grips with your message, oh chaperone.
Bring her to me lest the caning be severe.
It is not of hate this is done.
It is out of love, strange.
I always thought it was a straight line.
I was mistaken.
I need her to complete me.
Leviathan is released.
It is only with her affection that he is returned
Do not hesitate.

Nightghost.