The Dark Pocket

I reach out to find out
A secret pocket on my coat
That was not very well hidden as the adjective suggests
"Secret" comes from my own negligence
Just as always, just like any other thing in the universe
As they are a total mystery to me..

In the secret pocket dwells a tyrannical mischief
The demolisher of universal balance
Looking like a kitten in my hands
But with a flick, spurting wild flames
Where did you come from..

I feel pulled towards the darker side
I reach out for a smoke, a molotov cocktail
I want to let the darkness devour me
I want pain to swallow and crush my body
I need the city in flames..

A Nero complex
A habit of fire..
A maniacal desire...

All rooted from the pitiful existence of a hidden pocket
And what it conceived within..