Scary outburst. Explosive ones.
I was mumbling lots of nonsense,
And stabbing my heart.
With words that was meant for the bin.
Salty ones, those that tear thru the cheeks.
Numbed. Absolutely unsure of.
Suddenly my mind is all blank.
I thought what had i done, except
Shot myself again and again.
Angry words. That didn't mean a thing.
Noisy noise, but deafening to oneself.
How i wish i could cry happily,
But somehow Mr Pride always gets in the way.

I don't know anymore. The feeling has returned.

No one gave me permission.
So i took it into my own account.
Over-charged yet i thought i could
Push it a little further.
Help didn't come and i didn't help.
In the end all came to an end.
Abruptly.

Insomnia.

Poor fools sleep peacefully.
I awoke with a bloodied shirt.
And my brain was washed.
Again and again. So dead so toxicated.
I thought i could pull it off,
Like Criss Angel.
Head hurts.