Why I Write, Part x+3: Because I'm As Crazy As They Say I Am

There's a little beast inside,
Who gnaws at me,
Whose breath is weak,
but Eats the strength from mine.

I searched for means to its end.
I searched low and wide,
Sports, film, suicide,
Before I found this revenge:

Now, I torture the words on this page.
I tear at their limbs,
Those sad-laughter hymns
Their blood will quench my rage.

Banish the vermin
From within?
I'm as crazy as they say I am.