Thursday, March 13, 2014

Pain Cycles

Fuck the pain that stays in my mind
Fuck what causes it and all of its kind
Rage has com and gone leaving me blind
It has eaten my fruit only leaving the rind
Fury at fury rolls in an endless loop
Coming with surgical tools at my brain to scoop
Nowhere to put these thoughts of rage
A book not written asks me to turn its page
Impulses scream to lash out, but with nowhere to turn
Satisfied only with fear to taste and bridges to burn
Everyone near becomes an an enemy even if friend
Praying that all of this chaos will soon end
So I can go back to what I love, which is love in the end
Hoping I am left with at least a few good emotions to spend

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