Thursday, October 8, 2009


I can't breathe
My chest feels as though it will explode

Wretched dregs of regret fester and grow
Tearing at my insides, screaming to get free

The demons giggle and tug at my lungs
Clamoring for an opening

I cough and strain, fighting the urge
Clamping my lips closed

It happens, I cant stop it
Out of my mouth and nose they come

I spew my hatred, anger and aggression at you
Vomiting my vindictive little pets all over your denial

Finally I can breathe
I am free


  1. You're getting the rough edges sawed off. Holy cow, you're getting...poetic. @.@