you ask me a question?
So venomous and resentful .
Take off that cowards mask!
This doesn’t make men-of-us.
Some pages are cesspool’s
Full of fools and empty word.
letters with razor edges.
silibles that push you over the ledge.
I will not be a victim
I’ll raze my voice in your defence.
So set down your hand full of pills.
You have a maze of pain on those arm’s.
There walls made of lines from bitter story’s
I see mine’s not so different .