My voice is broken
Last of my patience ablaze, still smoking
And the words that demand to be said
Realization of the darkest thoughts that I dread
Contained in me
Demanding to be
I should have a biohazard sign on my back
Bold letters to caution the control that I lack
The way my anger bubbles up and boils over
Ask myself if I could get any lower
Just to make the process slower
The things on my mind should have a warning sign
I feel so blind, fully alive
The day that I die I'll commit crimes
That I've only dared dreaming
My mind coming apart, leaning
Off to the darkest side of the line
Bleeding and screaming, the world I've wrought
The destruction I've brought
Gleaming, my demons,
Alongside my nightmares, seen through eyes
Bloodshot and weary, desires denied
Sins by the series, flooding my mind
YOU ARE READING
To Whom It Concerns...
PuisiShivering in the rain, burning with the fever of resistance...you're almost on your knees. Perhaps that's where you always wanted to be.
