ANGRY..ANGry..Angry..angry..

by Booswa

Posted to Poetry on 2003-03-02 06:23:00

splitting head- stripped of choice
misguidance is the youth for boys
lose the script- play the role
acting out the lines unfold
swelling
my brain
its the same old lifetrip to me
1st mate for the hardships again
wash these decks w/bloodshed and tears
i know its been long
but its a small price to pay
each step im deeper
the feedback covers over me
my breath is thinner
when the words dont seem so pure
my tongue gets splintered
and a stare can shatter any word
…so..maybe..i..need..my..space
cause
im
all messed up-all mixed up
and i dont have the answers
i guess ill wander around
and i will take some chances
try to
resolve this
chaotic inner sore
thats never healed from injury so its reminders stay raw
and they keep..
pinching..and probing..invading..and scraping
testing..and cutting..and pushing..and pulling
keeping it open
stitches were broken
and knowing..but hoping
that this is my Dieing Time !
theres so much pain to inflict
i find some pleasure in this
my fists stay ready for war
and i dont need knowone …knowmore
ill take the world on myself
and play the deal that im dealt
my vengeful ways you will see
reflecting anamosity..from me..from me..from me..from me