Automatic trigger
The Verbal gun
The velvet tongue
The nagging voice
Is like a Cancer
To my brain
Overall I’ve gotten better
But I’m still mostly the same
Don’t react
Don’t begin
To lose control
Don’t get caught up in
Your drunkard spin
I’d rather watch you drink
And sick yourself
Into
Oblivion
than
To sit and watch you stay
oblivious
You can’t beat
The army of people you mistreat
And expect them to have your back
The next time you attack
Someone new
Get a clue
You biggest enemy is you
skin loves fever 