The dissonance
The pitiful pain
Of pittances
Peculiar piercings
Pecking beak
That breaks the skin
Bursting eyeballs
How the crow kas
Crossing the blood soaked
Battlefield
Books of rage
Etched so deeply in my soul
Compounded by the sorrows
Built upon our leaders’ greed
The clock ticks
Skin twitching
Perspiring
With neurons firing
Percussion beating out
More pain, more pain
More pain, more pain
To fan anger’s flame
The darkness encroaches
Then recedes
Building up like a constipated ****
Till wave after wave finally breaks through
And I **** blood and violence
Then guilt
Then sorrow
Then pain
And the ****** cycle
Begins again