My Therapy
My Therapy (2/2/2008)
I feel it in my veins, but I love how it itches
As it inches through me and tears apart these stitches
It’s blurring every vision with a red tinted mission
It’s the fucking prologue to the twenty third edition
While those boys go fishing for their power and their anger
I have a million versions in my closet on a hanger
Now, it’s a different day and yet it’s all the same
Though, sometimes it is missing, it is always in my brain
But I have it all contained and locked up in a cage
Rainy day funds for the day they have to pay
Cause I really love the hate and I love the way it plays
It’s the same refrain where the victim has to pray
And I’m told that I’m insane and addicted to the rage
Control is such a battle, but I do it every day
Cause I won’t be the same as I was in the past
This time I’m standing and I know that I can last
So think fast, you better pray for some lyrics
And hope that a spirit is listening to hear it
Cause I will never fear it when I am standing near it
And I will touch the flame then right away I’ll jeer it
So, revere these ballistics before you catch the sickness
There’s fire in this mind and I’m lighting up the hit list
So listen up you bitches, you better get a witness
Cause when I’m said and done, nobody here can fix this
And I will never miss this, jonesing for these chances
Fuck settling the differences and finding every answer
If this anger is a cancer, then writing is my therapy
And breaking up your spirit is my chemo in severity
Notes: The rhyme scheme is a little different that my normal work, but I missed this style of writing. To be honest, I heard someone I apparently have issues with is preparing a come back for “Without An Anthem” and I decided to be preemptive with my reply. It’s more fun that way and it really does invigorate something in me that I’ve been lacking.
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