I CAN FEEL MY THROAT BURNING RAW
I CAN TASTE POISON IN MY TONGUE
I CAN HEAR MY OWN PULSE JUMP OUT OF MY VEINS
MY FINGERS CLENCH INTO MY PALMS AND
I SWEAR THEY MIGHT BE STAINED RED UNDER MY NAILS
TEARS WELL IN MY DRY EYES
AND COLOR MY IRISES BRIGHT
YET ALL I CAN SEE IS BLURRED WAVES IN MY VISION
I FEEL MY HEART HARDENING AGAINST THE INJUSTICE DONE
ITS TURNING INTO A BULLET
AND I SO DESPERATELY
WANT TO PULL THE TRIGGER
IF NOT FOR THE FEAR OF DIGGING THE METAL OUT OF YOUR CHEST AND WASHING THE GUNPOWDER OFF MY HANDS

so it's been a tough week