Do you see what we've become?
Do you see how you've drilled your
filth in our sore skulls?

The throbbing pain we try so hard to numb,
gritting our teeth so hard to try to permanently
keep our mouths shut in fear of letting loose
our tongue.

I have self-control. She doesn't.
And one day, you'll lose another one.

And you'll foolishly try to throw a life-jacket,
but I'd rather drown.

So for now, she'll sit quietly spewing venom,
silently realizing how much freedom she really has.

And then ****, just like that,
she'll no longer be ******* the lifeless air,
but vanish into it.