Old anger (Poem)

I'm going insane, inside of my head
Nothing to do but wait like the dead

Dreadfully driven just for the worst
Randomly picked then kicked and cursed

Still out of my head but in my seat
I'm sick of these lies and all the deceit

I'm sick of this poem I'm sick of this sin
I'm sick of these bastards indulging in sin

After all, Your name is Jessica. (Poem)

Just the thought itself makes us shiver

Especially when we hate..

Since the wind left the winter…

Sour cold glances make you brake.

Increasing intensity your blood so starts to boil.

Concocted from the point from which your soul started to coil..

After all, your name is Jessica.

Truth be told.

Down to the atom or molecule
Lies a problem or obstacle
-TERMINATION OF THOUGHT THE POEM STARTS OVER
-THE POET SEEMS QUIET AND THE WORDS COME SLOWER
Down below the dust and grit
Lies a heartless self indulged pit
-CRITICAL MASS HAS JUST BEEN REACHED
-SYSTEM FAILURE, THE CREATIVE BARRIER HAS JUST BEEN BREACHED
Down to heart in soul-less bodies
Our brains are dead like empty lobbies
-SO LOCK ME UP IN A WARD
-FOR THOUGHTS THE WORLD CANNOT AFFORD