Ren Vent

It is what it is.

My headaches as each second ticks.
Watch this- another soul giving into the feel of lonliness.
I'm at the edge and the walls against my back.
It's like no steps forward, no way to re-track.
Unforgiven. Like a dirty politician,
I'm still feeling angst toward myself.
It's bad for my health-
Physically and mentally,
but since when did I ever really give a f**k about me?
I used to lead,
Wanna put on that general coat,
And lead my army to cleanse the world like soap.
But now it's like I got no support,
So I fall short.
With no weapon, I've fallen off the horse.
And I'm stuck on enemy land,
Will you just look at the cuts on my hand?
Hands that used to make magic happen,
Writing on paper.
Helping the angry forgive their neighbors.
But it seems I've been caught by the net,
Like a young one listening to foul rappers spit about shooting gats in their headset.
Semi-brainwashed... almost all is lost...
Can't see the light,
Throat is closing tight.
Getting hard to breath,
Even harder to see!
But I don't have the choice to turn and flee.
Gotta keep moving...
Even if it feels like I'm moving the wrong direction,
I pray that God let's me hit an intersection.
So I can start fresh,
Take a new path.
Get a better understanding of this map...
So I can navigate through these treacherous waters,
And make sure the outcome isn't just senseless slaughter.
One day I will be free from the ill mouth of my father,
And I will repair these wings so they can fly without bother...