why do i feel so much rage inside
is it me or my diminishing pride
my jaw is tense and fist is clenched
i’m ready for homicide
right wrong moot no matter
i’m just a bilge rat getting fatter and fatter
swollen fat pray to burst
oblige me
quench my thirst
worlds away we are to stay
to cross our paths never a day
dying dead alone again
who lived this life with more disdain
hate runs and fills the blood
rage attack i wish i could
gone you are so far from me
the hate is now just fantasy
an addiction kill it no i can’t
to live inside this rant
is torture eaten every day
until my death has its way

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