I truly have nothing more to say
Except everything
That bites and strains
And slips
And screams
To be said:
No more servitude
I shall tell you
Of such things as you never
Want to see

You don't want to see
All the guilt and the shame
And the rage
I feel inarticulate
And futile
My words will not flow
And I can only sit
And stare
At my guitar
Or at the paper
Or at the door:
I stare at the door
And hope for escape

This is thudding through my VEINS
And my temples throb with the MUSIC
I have never heard of anything
So horrible
As someone who does not feel
So wretched as I

If you are not driven
By your fused and warped
Mental state
Where will you go
And what will you do

TO ALLEVIATE THE BOREDOM?