The sound of it is small
minded. Exceptionally
self centered, but
it is my war. Inherited
from the things I
cherished when I was small.
Things I joyed in
from then until now that
other people took
wrong.
Why did you not
let me go. Why did you
not let me pay for
the things I was given
year after year, oblivious
to their costs?
My credit score?
Are we really so distant
from cause and effect
to say something trivial
as a manufactured number
should keep a body
from answering
the bell when high water
hell comes knocking?
Let me go. Please,
let me go. If there is
anyone worth more
dead than alive
it is me and I already
have nothing to lose and
everything to gain,
everything I have ever wanted
in destruction. Please,
let me go. I have so much
hate in my heart
to drown
myself
and everyone around me
so put me in their ranks,
let me convert them
into collateral casualties
as I burn...
Why will you
not let me go?
