Boiling Point
I am so angry I could spit into the eyes of the dream devil
What's it worth to struggle for idealistic aggrandizement
To lose my dreams to that degenerate thief called time
To have had everything disintegrated and lost
Life stolen by some malfunctioning synapse
I am sick and tired of playing graciously
I'll not be the one who succumbs
I am fed up with pretty poses
Sublimation sucks
Death reeks
Hell no!
Not this time
I will not go down easily
I will be kicking and screaming throughout
Escaping a pit so deep and dank the worms refuse habitat
I will dine at the table of lost souls before I will consider retreat
Passion and anger will fuel my fire gloriously and burn the tears away
Beware and aware of me and don't block my path with platitudes of deceit
I killed guilt, and will devour manipulative entreaties of compassionately meaningless words
Today I will rise from the smoke and in my wake and awakening I will find the truth behind the mask
© Paul Viel 2002