It goes.

I listen to the words, hoping to find an opportunity to strike, but there is none. The words are not vague, they are poignant and they cut deeply. Any appeal only emboldens.
I awoke in the middle of the night, knowing the outcome. I see the decision as it's made, before it's told. An old tree has been cut down, and growth (terrible, awesome growth) gushes from the opening. A blaze ignites. It roars!
I am tired, and hungry. I will spend today wanting. I will nourish and destroy my self with the new music.