I wish I had a reason
to throw it in your face
stab you to death with it
and put you in your place.
I wish you were filled with reason.
I would disembowel your thoughts,
tear them to ******
oozing pieces,
but they’re already mush.
I wish there was a reason
you bashed me so with Nonsense,
**** it— like cheating on your wife—
and say
by The Word,
that’s how I live my life.
I wish you’d see reason
so I wouldn’t have to hack,
smash and splatter,
cackle
rip and tear to get you back
to reality
waiting in the lobby.
A nice one, with magazines and plastic plants,
a fish tank filled with generous grants. A receptionist
with bleach blonde hair, a friend or two
who wouldn’t care that you’d gone crazy
and play it off, like you were joking.
Apr 20, 2011
Apr 20, 2011 at 12:23 PM UTC
I wish I had a reason
to throw it in your face
stab you to death with it
and put you in your place.
I wish you were filled with reason.
I would disembowel your thoughts,
tear them to ******
oozing pieces,
but they’re already mush.
I wish there was a reason
you bashed me so with Nonsense,
**** it— like cheating on your wife—
and say
by The Word,
that’s how I live my life.
I wish you’d see reason
so I wouldn’t have to hack,
smash and splatter,
cackle
rip and tear to get you back
to reality
waiting in the lobby.
A nice one, with magazines and plastic plants,
a fish tank filled with generous grants. A receptionist
with bleach blonde hair, a friend or two
who wouldn’t care that you’d gone crazy
and play it off, like you were joking.
Yeah, been holding this one back for a little while, but I've reconciled the rage and violence, and now that I've distanced myself from it, I feel more comfortable sharing.
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