The Fourth Act

One too many
Chemical cocktails
A natural regression
Another persona taking hold
Or have I just adopted
The zero tolerance policy
Found in my fiction’s
Most admired

In this movie
The perceived enemy
And object of my
Convictions
Is just flesh and bone
With children
I could leave fatherless
A husband
Whose widow would
Never understand
These hollow points
At my dispersal

Come to expect
The storm inside
To be apparent
Across my entire visage
Nearly selling myself
On the notion
That those who tease
The cyclone
Will witness the climax
They paid to see