What have i become? The great growing angle? A distancing distance, Dancing away? Uncontrollable/ unstoppable As black smoke Is in & off As anything with life Cursing its every cell I am becoming/ tall I am becoming away, A great groaning angle. A voice-like creak That's not saying anything It's only the sound/ of a closing door What was i becoming? Two seperate angles? One growling & One grinning