At mother's womb
to a holy hammock...
The hate i feel is extreme
the feeling i feel...
The reality is despicable
the reality is undeniable...
Screaming sound from heart but keeping lips...
Soul starts to rebel and mind seems demanding...
A lonely world is obscured and
oppressed by darkened skies...
She burns out eyes like gin on wounds
Upon a tide of those whom swoon...
Depression, resentment, anger, denial
why must I feel things so vile...
I heft the rock in my hand.
I try to close my whole hand around...
Darkness dwells within
hides me in its black cover...
I am a selfish character
And I can suck the life out from you...
You peel away the angled mirrors
until no light is reflected...
Thoughts of the "negotiator" overwhelmed...
bold. upfront...