Breaking Point

Lately,
I've been bursting at the seams,
a raging pit of anger.
Gears grinding, smoking, danger,
a heart attack in a chokehold,
my own filthy, sadistic beast of burden,
looking for somebody to hold.

Teeth clenched tight like a vice,
knuckles white, blood cold as ice.
A furnace fed with old regrets,
burning bridges, no safety nets.

Torn between the urge to break
or let the madness ricochet.
A ticking bomb, a loaded gun,
no turning back, the fuse is run.
Echoes of battles fought alone,
shattered glass and fractured bone.

Spitting fire, choking dust,
grinding everyones feels and breaking trust.
Every scar, a brand, a debt,
carved in skin I can't forget.

Storm clouds brewing in my chest,
no peace, no calm, no place to rest.
Fists like wrecking balls in flight,
begging for a spark, a fight.