• Your words pierce my being like a hot spear driven deep in my sanity- set
    in like a week old stain

    The hurt explodes and heats the cold blood that runs through my veins

    I refuse to be a dirty punching bag, filled with all your past memories and
    pain

    My defenses unravel and I imagine clawing ragged nails across your
    offensive face

    In my fit of fire and rage I will tear the bowels of your patronizing
    demeanor straight from your place

    I will lash my hostility at you like a poison whip and laugh purposely
    as you ponder my craze

    My words will be like venom and I will spit them at you- as toxic
    and hazardous as the gnash of a rattlesnake

    I will unleash an unforgiving animosity and will hope that it sears
    your flesh and eats your brain

    Yes, I will be angry and ineffectual
    and I will doubt the unquestionable

    But somehow I will find the strength
    and learn to cool my tempered rage

    I will erase your face
    and forget your name
    yet wonder if you're all the same

    I'll let my numb indifference lick my wounds
    and for your sorry sake-
    Only under the velvet cover of solitude
    Will I call you a disgrace