Let it Out.

Fear of calamity, monstrosity of inner animosity,
Perplexed vision-don't hurt, don't hurt me no more,
I say to the strange woman in the mirror.
Music fading out, fading out, burnt out, keep me out, don't hurt me no more.
Fear of rejection, dejection in my finger nails, staining my food, swallowing my poison-let it out, let the words out.
Peace out, sweat out, freak out,


I don't remember how it feels to win!


The stains in my brain from failure, Rorschach, Rorschach, what'd ya see, what'd ya see?! 


I see... I see...


I'm burning in the brine of my salty tears,
Can't swim no more-he's shouting again-
Let me out. Let me be my own woman, eating the fruits of her labour,


I'm bored of myself, borne of myself: my actions, thoughts, deeds, greeds- let it out, let it out. 


Tired of fighting, tired of being brave, of having to work so hard to keep each day from fallin' apart, each love from fallin' apart,


pressure pressure cooking me in my salty brine, write me a song to sing for all my time, all my faded memories and crooked smiles, let it out, let it out.
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A very frantic, mostly unorganized, quasi-slam piece. Early in the works. Why only post things that are neat and tidy and finished? Here are my word-guts. They are smelly and a little unsanitary, but real.


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