Pull it out of me.
It's all there in my very tiny heart.
The apathy.
The terror.
The hurt.
Pumped out of me like crude.
Soiling the earth.
Killing your children.
I can't do it alone.
I've tried for so long.
But its finally catching up.
Engulfing me in something else.
Someone else.
Something I'm afraid to be.
Something strangling my love.
Leaving nothing but fetid decay.
A faded outline...
of what I want to be.
A bold seepage of what I am.
Get it out of me.
Get it out of me.
Someone...please...
carry me.
I'm no longer ashamed to ask...
I'm afraid of what I can do.
Would do.
Will do.
Keep me locked, in check, buried.
Could you wash that much blood and chunks from under your fingernails?
The raging...exhaustless...madness of me.
Do you really think the world is ready?
Are your loved ones safe?
...and you think you will be?
Martyr me.
Inprison me.
End me....
I don't care...
So long as...
So long as...
