Drunken AngerA Poem by Ayla Automaticwritten very sloppily on a napkin at an ungodly hour of the morningThe ebb and flow that no- one knows THAT INNER BEAST MUST BE RELEASED but god knows I wont show my teeth to any unsuspecting innocent. That's good isn't it? Do we all have that rage, like we're locked in a cage, like we have something to say but nobody to listen? Arrogant people I just wanna shove my fist in. This fury shakes me, makes me tremble, how can people be so judgemental? I wanna burn down the walls of your temple. Watch it , let it, smile as it crumbles. You mindless faith will be diss-assembled. Have you ever wanted to torch a playground? Hit someone so hard they stay down? Grind my teeth and stomp around, the only way I can get it out. This anger fleeting, I sit down on the ground. It hardly ever comes around, then I feel bad for breaking s**t, like I'm the only one who deals with it. I'm a little child who got caught, wearing mommys diamond necklace. Don't even want to get out of bed to make breakfast the guilt lies there beside me like a bad houseguest the feeling builds like an annoying crescendo it only ends when I end it though Apologize and take the rap, but back the fumes that busted from the cap resenment's such a fun little chap, but only when you're sober. © 2009 Ayla AutomaticAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on February 4, 2009 AuthorAyla AutomaticWishes she doesn't reside in, GAAboutI'm an Ayla, and that's all that truly need be said. more..Writing
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