Hacksaw To The Throat

Force-fed emotion
Not grief not sorrow not fake
Sour and pungent
Tear stained face
Hate is forgotten
Useless shit falls away
Above it all
Fuck fate
Emotion--dissolves--hatred returns--too weak to resolve... Fall
Power too strong, forced to let go
Cannot contain lies of content
Anguish is mine, never set free
Endless pain, destroys me... Fall