Dear Soul,
Venom fills and suffocates your lungs til you can't breathe no more
You're drowning in an ocean of black ink
Rage holds you hostage in an embrace you can't free from
should you explode? or just let it slowburn til you implode
there's no running, there's no turning a blind eye
so you feel like giving in, crawling into a shivering tomb to close
your eyes, so you don't have to feel this reality anymore

What is sleeping? What is waking? What is living? What is racing
to the same red light? What is this?

Angry that you became a revolving door
Angry because I gave away the beautiful stuff for what in return?

Don't know what to do with all this rage, a rage heavier than a corpse
My fingers fumble to load my ammunition into this gun

Something
Someone

has to go