the color spectrum
don't mean shit
without all its colors
red has its place
among all the others
just like rage can be salt to the ocean
best believe
we need this emotion
and sometimes a man wants
needs
deserves to suffer
so the next time
i come in raging
give me space
give me time
but don't you dare
try to give me a hug
i don't think i could take it
seeing that scrunched up face
brimming over with pity
and those godforsaken open arms
the very thought of it stops my pulse
do not hug me
do not pat me
do not offer me comfort
love me enough to let me burn
smolder
crackle
let me run into the woods
howl at the moon
let me bare my teeth
like a madman
give me the luxury of temporary insanity
of barbarism
of rage
a lotta shit is fucked up these days
and sometimes you gotta lose yourself
if you wantto find yourself
there are gossamer wings
under these repitilian scales
there are diamonds
deep within this cold mountain
but genesis is a process
a chore
respect that
and marvel
give me time
poision in time becomes medicine
destruction in time becomes rebirth
i am crazy
but not so crazy as to believe
that rage puts us beyond redemption
there is hope for me yet
trust that
so let me scream
let me fight
but please please PLEASE
do not hug me
do not offer me comfort
i don't think i could take it
not a minute
not a minute more.