i am so god **** angry and convinced it will never end,
visions of rage and betrayal i stir into my morning oats,
feast upon the distortions of the past,
alone again and never to see the morning breeze,
i cry, i sob, i call out to the god of war and assertions,
my path leads off a cliff,
i catch myself but bash my head,
into a thousand bits.
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 3:32 PM UTC
i am so god **** angry and convinced it will never end,
visions of rage and betrayal i stir into my morning oats,
feast upon the distortions of the past,
alone again and never to see the morning breeze,
i cry, i sob, i call out to the god of war and assertions,
my path leads off a cliff,
i catch myself but bash my head,
into a thousand bits.