unhappiness is a warm gun

[chaerm]

constant noise
constant chatter
burning...boiling...bleeding
I have such rage
something I can't abide
I feel it flicker
I cannot hide
wanton grief with idle pleasure

sick...

sick...

rocking sick...

I want to curl up
I want to fight against
I'm so confused
I spin around in circles
looking for the exit
but fall to the floor instead

maybe if I sleep, this will all go away
erase from my mind
until the next trigger releases
to blow my head away...