Waisted Blood

When you're tired of holding back anger.

In manners of speaking 

     one who does not commit to wrath

     exceeds to go down a powerful path.

But in other ways

     one who holds in their saying

     lives life in a miserable pain.

Attitudes get thrown at you like you're at the fifty yar line. 

The exorcised truth slaps you like dry rain on a desert.

And you feel the negativity in the air. 

So, why bother?

Why waist your blood,

      biting your tongue on something that

      you could've been done with.

Bit down so hard that you tasted

     your own DNA circulating like saliva; 

             building up on your tongue.

The truth is in means to release

      and probably strain the peace,

      but in all ways,

     I will prevent you from losing 

      blood from biting down on what 

      you're holding in to keep peace

  from breaking into pieces

      by ways of stress;

   something you can't digest

because it runs in a thin red line

that continuously blinds. 

In the beginning, no start at the end

    the thoughts won't stop and your

    mouth will be filled with blood,

    again.