I don't know why i feel compelled to post this. But i do.
Untitled 6-26-05 11:40pm
Fighting for the strength to hold back
The anger runs through me like a lion in the wilderness propelling to its prey
Fierce fully shielding what’s really wrong
The pain of being controlled
The thousands of bottles and anguish
Tightened down deeply
Merely to feel insane
Overflowing with rage
Pools of blood envisioned in my head
Walking in finding that tragic sight
Could surreally say you lost the fight.