#11
cleansing alcohol needles my skin
questions never to be answered clouds my mind
waterfalls of foul language paints my tongue
anger and violence consumes my mind
sorrowful echoes of death rail my heart
rage, pure and tainted
grips my fists
clenches my teeth
tenses my muscles-
a thrill at a fantasy of pain yet undone.
a vision seemingly too real for reality
words that wound even yet still false
why do I see you still
devil of all devils in my world
frowning in anger?
during my journey
to the home that is not a home that exists not?
fell did i not in your trap
begrudge me not my desire
to live, for courage, of companions
all of which you seek to destroy
an instance of misfortune
to happen upon your presence
an unexpected inquiry
in a false soprano
lent to quick ignorance
descending further, steadily moving
point. blast. anger.
icy wind whips through
the soul that burns in rage
neurotic discontent.
fevered malcontent.
i hate.
please
make me not hate you-
tis too taxing.