fuck i am so fucking angry, i have nothing poetic to say

well you see..

seething sigh of sick
my stomach turns as you make escape rape me of reality
every inch made indecently innocent

but i can take miles of your 'vulnerability'
and pit it against you
watch flesh fly
where you lie

feel good?

broke my leg too..

i'm crazy.
they say.

i stand here singing tunelessly, a melodic nothingness. is that possible? tell me, it must be. i'm doing it now. sounds are felt coming out..people hear me

i read words that are not formed on a page, a poetic void. in my head? how? if it's said. how in my head...

i walk lines that are invisible. have not existed. ever. why do i keep feeling it when i fall off of them