T4ll

Sticks in the forehead
junk blowing scripts
spitting in the jaws
rage against the keys.

Bursting out of control
in a fist full of anger
the first apect of death
in a rotten file underskin.

Respectful strikes os light
filling the spaces between
in the driven force of why.

In shame the goes under
tipping the saddnes
finding the tear.