Wounded Animals.
This mourning wells up in me,
Alone in the dark.
Grief & Anger –
Criss-crossed a dozen ways.
Betrayals of Trust.
Martyr Complex All Lit Up,
Like neon fucking signs.
Please.
Stop.
Quit killing yourself.
This anguish,
Despair,
Has nowhere to go.
Just words into the abyss.
The Lost.
Martyr Complex All Lit Up.
