bobbysketch

blood-thirsty, he feels a rage crawling up his spine,
approaching his brain at the speed of light.

tickling the neurons that were half dead from the sm_ke,
waking slow, tired, stiff before the jolt.

It sounds like someone is trying to pick a fight.
What he wouldn’t do to get out of this place

att_empted progression is a frustratioN,
rRegression is causing ill-icit anticipation

How much longer do I put up with this mockery,
How much farther to I get pushed before I fall

Off the cliff, off the ledge, off the edge
of the universe,
my insolent attitude is becoming perverse

provoked by a demon from the depths of hell
he will crawl out of this desolate shell

and emancipate the weak, the burdened and the abused
to put this all to rest so that only one will lose

only one

only one…