Thursday, January 27, 2011

It Was Just A Chicken Sandwich

seething hatred boils to the surface
stepping into anger's theater
rage invoking
loss of control
spiraling madness
all is nothing evermore
trapped by my emotional vertigo

why, why, oh why
can't i keep this hidden away?

passionate extremist
i
emotional terrorist
i

the sword of words cuts deeper than the knife of depression
and i know i can't keep inflicting these wounds upon her soul

i'm trying
i'm trying
to let it go

i sometimes wonder
if she thinks she has a madman for a father

i did




let it go junior


just let it go

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