from one who recently saw you -
news of your cavorting
your scoring
your whoring
biting so hard I draw blood
rather than shout out
rather than yelling obscentities
and nonsense gibberish
just to drown him out
to drown out the truth
it tears at the still-fresh scabs
wounding me anew
despite the fact that your'e not even here
my blood pours forth with my pain and my bile
later masking my anguished screams
with the lyrics of Maynard
angry music for angry times
fuck hurt fuck tears fuck pain
fuck you
fuck