Violent Passing

Out of my mouth spews the child of doubt
A bloody mass of myself
I perish
Tomorrow is my doorstep
I am the mat
Just becuase we rage doesn't mean you can kill us
Let us rage
The child stirs and looks at me through hollow eyes
Empty gaping maws
'I am your nightmares'
Out of my mouth spews my treason
My own golden treason
Bloody gashes on my arms
They aren't who I am anymore
Except when I dream
I DON'T DREAM
I dream of nothing
Out of my own mouth is death's caricature
I spew the poison on the ground
Guess tomorrow is just the same