Seething in Oblivion

Here I am standing

And yet somehow crippled

A stone never thrown

Can’t create its own ripples

I’m a mouthful of spit

That gets lost in a drizzle

And now

That I’m angry

I’m fist ‘round a pistol

And every day brings me

A little bit closer to a

Bitter explosion of venom and piss

And all that I’ve seen

And all that I’ve been

Could never have made me ready for this

All I want to know is: do I have to…?

I have nothing: I am nothing

More than anything

I want to be something

If it’s something you fear,

I don’t care.

Just something

All I want to know is:

Do I have to fuckin’

Kill someone?!

Look at you, look at me

Look at you and I see:

Victim and statistic

Look at you, look at me

Look at you and I see:

A victim…a victim.

But now it’s time to let it go…let it go

Before it takes me away – take me away