Toxic

Static runs from the radio in my mind.
Scratching and chipping at the ideas
that line the walls of my skull,
they release fluid emotions.
Running and dripping
like acid from the wounds,
the streams of anger and pain
flow down my spine,

seep into my stomach,
and then rise up my throat
to settle upon my wild tongue.
Blending and blurring
with memorized words
that were once used with love,
the sea of passion bubbles and burns
into a hateful eruption.
Spewing venomous says
in spiteful ways,
I walk though the world.
I walk
bent over with a crooked back
and foaming
a revolting loathing from the mouth.
Bitter,
cold,
and yet acidly burning
I'm weighed down
with the hurt and hate,
and so I walk through,
hissing and spitting
in the quietest way.
Words dipped in toxic emotions.
Words that birth the evilest of motions