I just got hom from the hospital. Had an argument with my father. He misinterpreted my tone of voice for talking back. And cracked me one, needed four stiches on my inner cheek. I dont care, i'm an adult and i choose not to do anything. But this sprung out in my head. Took me five minutes to think up and write and i'm intoxicated now so it might show. Oddly enough it started out with my father and turned into something directed at my uncle....i cant explain why.
I'm not gonna cry, not gonna cry, i'm not gonna cry, i'm not. i'm gonna rip out my fucking axe. And desroy this place. 40 pound sludgehammer in the side of your face. I'm gonna rip you fucking head off. snap your mother fucking head off. Set the bitch on fire supress my homicidal desires to, huh. you 300 hundred pound lazy eye'd meneces, i'll unload 16 shots and all i got out my glock. punch you out the frame. I'm fucking insane and i'll plead my insanity case to you. just for you.i'll pour out to you. but i need to warn you that this vaulnerablility feeling leaves me a sociatal risk. watch for the eye twitch, the mind glich. the buck knife shift, stab until i'm drained.left in a bloody haze. yeah whats come over me, how'd i'd get to this place. Oh yeah...i'm insane. at this life stage with this lifes rage rising up out my vains. Cant be contained, boxed or restrained. Excuse me bill...i wanna have a talk with you. I'm fucking sick and my sickness wants a word with you. Its his shift now and he's got a beef with you. he aches and pleads for you. Needs to comunicate to you. with razor blade lips for you. He's sick...his medicine is baseball bat swings at you. daydreams of fire flames flick at you. And i hope i follow you. In your dreams i hope i haunt you.
Dont even know if thats an ending. But it'll do for now.
No matter how long and dark the night is, Or the fear and hurt that it can bring, there will always be a dawn, where we can push the past aside and move forward with hope.