im tired - soo tired my throat plays victim to my anger as i scream heavily at the people that arent there; angrily awaiting the day ill snap.
my brow is low, my breathing deep, my blood in the kettle
a battle persay not so much afoot on enemy territory. perhaps ive lost it, fed it to the wolves; hungry beasts bathing in the moon as hunting sillouettes, waiting for their chance to ruin themselves in their war up the chain.
perhaps i need to get away. perhaps i need to face it and be a man. perhaps im just fucking sick of it.
