Blank Stare

I can’t take it
Burdened by faults
Taken a lifetime to acquire
Impatience anger mood swings
Cynicism hatred suspicion

All piled up
All backed up
All tacked on
I’ll cut you loose

Every friend an enemy
Every kind act just wool
Wrapped around fangs
And tearing at my neck

All piled up
All backed up
All tacked on
I’ll cut you loose

Ready to pull the trigger
Ready to unwind
And watch you fade away