Indeed I have sucked it up to heights
Those unknown to outside
my body has contained and suppressed
and swallowed and abetted
Oh I am a stranger to myself
Beneath altruism dwells
a force uncontended
That voice is a tempered
to boiled and unhindered
Who am I kidding?
I am not some Mother Theresa
If I do not say something soon
I will break from the weight of the high road I take
No
Indeed I need my chance to fail
some room to unravel
I need a chance to blame for two minutes
unbridled, unbrazened
so I need imaginings of maiming
fantasies of outright screaming
I need a chance to thrash for minutes
uncontained, unforgiving
Who am I kidding?
I am not some Mother Theresa
If I do not do something soon
I will die from restraint
As a sick subjugate
No
I will move beyond, I'm Certain of that
The Quicker the Sooner I go I'll be back
I would not threaten or cause you any harm
Have to get this out or my light will go out
Who am I kidding?
I am not some Mother Theresa
If I do not do something soon
I will die from restraint
As a sick subjugate
No
