Relentless

Maybe if i just keep on writing, writing, writing, writing

then i can find some peace of mind.

my thoughts seem too scattered.

maybe they once made sense at one point of time.

i can't stop this flow of words

its incessent and excruciating

i dont want to see these angry words scrawled on paper
or on my hands
or on desks
or on walls.

i want everything that i've ever thought to be known, and erased, and gone.
ever unpure thought pawned.
somebody take all this.
i don't know what to do with it.

is it possible to take this much shit?