Saturday, August 15, 2009

uncalculated



Killing all things that violate my path

I suffer from unadulterated bouts of bad math

What makes these words bubble up with formless wrath?

Misdirection has led me to fight the comfort of my rod and my staff

In love with my pain

I’m a hydraulic mechanical bull with no chains

When this uber-tainted blood begins to pump through my veins

I’m confused about which vessel to pursue

I charge right through

No brakes, blind-folded, unrestrained….damn fool

I must kill this disease before it ends up killing…who?

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