Incapable of any emotion except deep caustic anger,
as day after day it eats me away like a parasite inside a host.
The screaming is here in my head I can hear all of the wailing that echos inside.
The walls get closer, the ceiling gets lower,
I want to jump out of this skin that surrounds the deamons raging inside.
If I had a knife I'd cut my heart that beats now just to feel the blood run through my fingers.
The dismal, desparing rage that I feel grows stronger with each passing day.
Come join me in pain and take it away so that I might finally rest.