content of my head

anger and despair, all at myself

once i started i couldnt stop attacking it
the last thing i wanted to be was hated
but i couldnt stop hating myself
for everything i had done
the canvas was myself
the expression against me


Inside plays a lullaby
Slurred voice over children cries
Haunting loneliness in the eye
Skin covering a secret scar
Given dreams all ridden with pain
And projected unto the last