Slightly Unstable
So fucking sick of my own pathetic voice and words, just wanna do the world a favor and gouge their ears so I’ll never be fuckin heard.
Or better yet, before I forget,
Quick!
I’ll shove my hand in a vise and break my fingers with a plier,
Until I convince myself that I am not a writer.
With the other hand staple my lips,
So I can stop spilling this worthless shit,
And finally end it,
Give up, and just quit,
But I’m just not prepared, or even close to being equipped,
To stop cocking off at the mouth and speaking my mind, and letting you know when you’ve crossed my fine line.
I can not stand here and look the other way, if you spit in my face, I will make you pay,
Some how, when you least expect, some day,
You could be sitting relaxing in your yard,
Watching the sky and the birds, I’ll catch you off guard.
My equilibrium is done,
My balance is gone,
If you touch me I tip,
If I spill, I could kill,
In this battle I’ll blow up your ship,
My promises are full, I am a sure bet,
A man of my word, this is no empty threat.
I’m a bit unpredictable, and slightly unstable,
So next time you speak to me,
Make sure your voice is calm and choose your words peacefully.
(2013)
