Feel like burning the house down, get all of this shit out so I don't drown, even when I have something to say its showdown, like I am the angry one for asking to go to town.
Fuck all this things in my head, I will never wish to be dead, but for the fuck of it all its beating my entire head, I don't want this to be left unsaid.
Its always eerie how the silence is deafening, just before a serial killers grip tightening, hard to breathe when the day is all dark like a horror evening, burn the house down to stop life from staining.
Who will say if I'm wrong especially when its all coming from your calm mouth with words not matching your language used brutally, oh now I wish I could just show shit how I see them exactly.
I guess when you see me speak all that you hear from this end is the shouting you think is coming out of this guy you once thought was shit and very fly, now its nothing to you except what you think are lies.
I say this now and I will say this again, oh how I wish everything could just be put on a pyre and lit like we all wanting a fire for that end of year rain, because anything more would just be massive pain.
I best leave this here before I start pulling all my hair from the bullshit I hear in my head, I hope will shut up and disappear, I am now wishing a step forward into fear.
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Well I say this now as an ending to this post, I have nothing good to day other than what's brewing in my head for the past two months. Wish this would all just end. This is not part of the poem, this is kind of a thought complimenting my dark deep inside mood. A mind journal just so I can let it out of my head. In the hopes I am not consumed. I am not driven into insanity.
