Humanoid Typhoon

Before any chance
Of tracking this moment,
I'm eager to tell you
That it's bursting into paradox.

No matter how hard I try
Stretching out a suitable sense
This urge of making myself hateful
Will strain itself for honest choices.

Veins became so overflown
That blood has taken my home,
And it'll warm weakened hopes
Of those lucky enough to never meet me.

Come and find me. Like it's even possible...
So lucky to be alive, make me proud i didn't kill you.