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.