Anger

December 17, 2015

Your anger is outrageous but no longer contagious Im laughing as you hiss and spit sitting there talkin shit

Go ahead im empty dead I gave up on emotion and accepted the empty. I live with a hole in my belly

A dangerous stew stirred with your yelling

I hear you loud and shrill in my ear

No longer listening to the words im not trying to hear

This may be an outlet but im waitng for that vision that one day i will be forgiven for the sins that im living

I dont do drugs or smoke but my temples been broken

But im still addicted to that angry feeling

I except an emotion of and kind

Im not sitting here to make lyrics or rhyme

This is my meditation my medication a form of mediation

But for now my guts have spilled but that boiling but is being stirred still.

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