22nd and Nowhere

I'm tired of feeling this way.
Trapped!
Everywhere I turn, there's a wall.
It could be politics one day, work life next...
It could be family life or my own insecurities.
And ignorance...my own and DEFINITELY others.
No matter what, I'm still trapped!

My lungs feel dense, almost unable to breath.
Filled with hate and despair.
My bark is a bad as my bite and I want to bite the next person I see.
Reaction is my first action.
Common sense seems very uncommon to me now.
Red is my favorite color.
And the taste, I hear, is insatiable.

Emotions running like tunnels, taking me there.
Guilty of it without ever.
FEED THE BEAST! FEED THE BEAST!
The smell is stained on my clothes.
FEED THE BEAST! FEED THE BEAST!
Instinct is my only instinct left.
FEED THE BEAST! FEED THE BEAST!
Killing in the name of!
FEED THE BEAST! FEED THE BEAST!
GIVE IN!
FEED THE BEAST! FEED THE BEAST!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

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Waking up from my sadistic fantasy, I ask myself,
"How the fuck did I end up on the corner of 22nd and Nowhere?"
As I noticed blood dripping from my chin.