~ Putrefy ~

You feel that rage imminent?
You know that feeling you get?
When you are so sure, but not sure yet?
So damn sure, but makes you feel "shit".
That you never felt before;
You don't want to stand, you don't want to sit,
You just want to sit back and regret...
What you thought,
The fact that it is with your psyche you fought!
And you fought some more...
So goddamn sure, but yet so not sure!!!
When you go for someone, and this time you mean it?
It's so "fucks" with your mind, and you just want to forget it?
And you discern, if you back out, you will miss it...
"Fuck" this and "fuck" that, that's all you'll get to say?
"FUCK THE WORLD" - Is what I say!
"Fuck" one and all who mess' with you this way.
"Fuck" all your thoughts! This ain't "fucking" sane!
And when you "fuck" it all, you think about the same.
That fixation that makes you cry,
Whimper within your each "fucking" vein!
This monstrosity,
This animosity,
That you've built up with your mind,
The "whole notion"
Without any "fucking" emotion...
That will make you back out from your best find!
And just when you think you are sure...
You think about it some "fucking" more!
It's imprudent you know... and I know!
"Do this! Do that!" That's all your mind reminds you of.
Back off, "Fuck" off, think of and cry for,
The "Fucking" one that made you so sure...
But yet... so not sure!
Stay under your sheets...
Feel inside, your heart beat...
Feel "fucking" afraid of all that's make you feel,
Kill your thoughts and kill it in a way,
That will no longer make your mind sway...
From that obsession,
That regression,
That crazy degeneration.
...Conceal with no concealing!
Speak, without speaking;
Sleep, without sleeping;
And feel without feeling.
Maintain it all in and then shout it all out!
"Believe without seeing!"
Give it another shot,
Give it an extra thought,
And you know what?
It's the same craze that made you so sure,
Yet you are not!
The emotion, hard to seal,
The thoughts, hard to conceal,
The words, you don't want to disclose,
Your weak mind, you don't want to expose.
Your even weaker heart, that so obviously shows...
The verity that you have your eyes closed,
The actuality that everyone close to you knows!
The truth that gives you a "fucking" further low.
You WANT to give it a shot?
"Fuck" everyone and everything else!
Think just about us, a whole lot.
Or do the right thing:
Stop thinking about it, repent it.
Hope that soon enough
You will breathe your last breath inside,
Maybe even cry.
And that one day
That will be someday...
You will "fucking" putrefy.