The blood is boiling, temperature rising,

Keeping my head down so you don't see the rage in my eyes and

there's no time to cry, so let's try to find the side

of me that I've done so well to hide,

I'm feeling fed up with all this nonsense,

I don't want to hear your voice,

The sheer lack of poise, you're ignorant,

Poorly thought out jokes and I'm sick of it,

Can't you see that I don't want to deal with this?

I'm filling up, this boundless rage is like

dogs locked, howling in a cage,

It's like tranquility is lost deep in my life,

Like a maze that I've been stuck in for days

and my gaze is filtered through a ****** haze,

and your face is singled out in a single moonlit ray,

and when I see it my body exudes this spiteful hate,

It's like everything you do is just too

rude, and I need a room to look at the pictures of

you that I drew with my blood drawn from my wrists,

and where the air will fill with a red stained mist,

Jesus Christ, they were right, all these words,

they really can make you feel so alive,

And with every one I write, I begin to feel alright.