this is where I release

this is my unpredictable shit hole
of relief

I was born this way.
I was self-raised this way.
I AM this way.

I thunder my ignorant words: passions fueled

I carry less than the day before as you carry more the day ahead.

I shit and I shit and I shit and I write and
it feels so indescribably the same-IT'S INSANE
I can't handle it, it fuels and it breaks
and it burns and it fires through the flames
that run through the veins
IT'S INSANE
It's stupid it's immature to stand
to the ledge but it's the fury inside that
pushes us to pitty you... do not pitty me.




it's a clean slate....an angsty slate