I dissect my world
With impassioned words;
Striking and blunt
Or lyrical and confusing,
But pointless all the same.
Each line or rhyme
Chosen with pertinent
Care or blind emotion
Depending on the manner
Of the day.
They worm their way
From dripping pens
Or clacking keyboard
On a journey from my mind
And what a mind it is;
Filled with fear
And hate and pain
Joy locked away in cages
Of pity and self loathing
So each word I write
Is as hateful as it is needed
And I will write forever.