Why do I get angry and cry so deeply from the inside
Without letting it out?
Why do I let the hurricane storm behind the bullet proof glass,
Yet allow for the release of thing one and thing two
Combined of insanely deprived depression and aggression
Free range the tundra of my head
Until not only does my hair resemble their unfavorable up do
But my brain runs rampant and deranged
In a circular vowel of unending repetition.
My brain continues to cram the chain of emotional meltdown
Until the radioactive proof sands are all but worn down,
I keep banging my head against the wall of intangible instability.
Going to give, something soon,
Bound to crack, bound to my doom,
If I don’t take a breath and open my eyes.
Some of the monster raging and crushing innocents
Have been locked in my head
While others are the physical clutching of pious curling toes
That claw out you inner working of
Feeling and neuron power
Until we ourselves have created the entre that we are
To be consumed by;
Our own titanic creations.
Finally when it’s too late
We realize we are going down from the inside out
Because we have eaten ourselves alive
And we were our only way out.