Thrash & Trash

May 6th, 1998

For a lack of gentle affection
I grow violent
Screaming even louder
than the heavy metal killing my car speakers
It feels good to ride the darkness
even though it's shallow and fake
The rhythm is more reliable
than the reality of unreasonable relationships
What would it be like to be truly understood?
I'm forced to be hypothetical
Trapped by desire and decisions already made
I hate the damn one-way sign
The anger sooths for now
but it's not gonna last long enough
I'd scream again
but it would already be contrived
My emotions are what you'd see in a toilet
any decent person would flush
Paper, rock, scissors, mind beats heart
Sanity is only an unanswered question

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