Your anger cuts like bullets
through my heart and brain.
You cleave me right open
and vultures come to feast.
I keep still and let them.
My faded shirt is inside-out,
but I don't ; will not care,
because I want you to know…
my seems are showing; label's out!
I'm a wounded, unspoken, nightmare.
The one you dare not fight for !
I'm a silent scream: delight & frustration.
I'm vulnerable and toxin to your soul.
My voice (for reason) falls silent,
but inside my head it's not…
My will, to go against, is fading.
I lean towards the void… I 'll fill myself!