stepped out of sidelines.

[rewiiired]

In this world, it seems the rule is:
you must control or be controlled.
Someone to step on or someone
breathing down your neck.

Managed to step to the sidelines
of this putrid game, and I've been fair,
you must confess.

Here you're both treating me like a child.
This is unjustified, why the hell must you
step on my feet like this,

forcing me to step
out of the sidelines to
step on your feet to show
that you can't just walk
all over me?

I've got so much fire inside
that I could just let go on you,
and I'm trying to hold it in
as I'm

boiling,
counting,
the trick is to
keep breathing
in and out,
slower now,

its fucking useless:
pressure's building
as I'm trying harder
to hold the lid on,

and my body's shaking.
Bitter words have crawled up from
the depths of my throat
and they're dancing now
on the tip
of my

sharp tongue,

and I could cut you with it,
and I could burn you
both to the ground

I could fucking scorch you
I could lacerate you, but

I just walk away and hate you
from a safe and secure distance,
like a submissive little child
forging a backbone
as I hide inside my head,

just so you see that
I'm not your puppet
and I'm not your slave.

You fucking piss me off
don't you both follow me,
you both,

just go the hell away.
Give me time to fasten
the lid on tight again.

 

[Raz]

Bitter words have crawled up from
the depths of my throat
and they're dancing now
on the tip
of my

sharp tongue,

and I could cut you with it,
and I could burn you
both to the ground

I could fucking scorch you
I could lacerate you, but

I just walk away and hate you
from a safe and secure distance,
like a submissive little child
forging a backbone
as I hide inside my head,

This whole piece was so powerful, and really well layered too - it's more than just being angry. The section above gave me a chill though, I relate to that feeling so well...very good work.