The Human Emotions

Ichor set ablaze
My rational thought is a sky clouded by subjectivity
Those that provoke shall meet only fury
For aggression is the only answer to the anger brigade

Waterfalls lower down from orbs
Rejected and dejected
I have been absorbed
By a state that is decayed yet poetic

My outer tissue is met with prickles
All are out to attack me
No one is a safe guarantee
My psyche has turned brittle

Blithe euphoria runs through my organic machine
My now elevated thought is filled with awe
A jubilated state for all
This mood is supreme