Boiling Point

I am so angry I could spit into the eyes of the dream devil

What's it worth to struggle for idealistic aggrandizement

To lose my dreams to that degenerate thief called time

To have had everything disintegrated and lost

Life stolen by some malfunctioning synapse

I am sick and tired of playing graciously

I'll not be the one who succumbs

I am fed up with pretty poses

Sublimation sucks

Death reeks

Hell no!

Not this time

I will not go down easily

I will be kicking and screaming throughout

Escaping a pit so deep and dank the worms refuse habitat

I will dine at the table of lost souls before I will consider retreat

Passion and anger will fuel my fire gloriously and burn the tears away

Beware and aware of me and don't block my path with platitudes of deceit

I killed guilt, and will devour manipulative entreaties of compassionately meaningless words

Today I will rise from the smoke and in my wake and awakening I will find the truth behind the mask