maybe because godzilla is inside all of us
temper you hurl your weight around inside me and i fall back into you. i hate you and i throw things/you make me so angry and i want to be in high places and scream and throw more things. fighting you a full time job.
i tame you with every breath but you still live in waiting. you wake me up some mornings. it is fun to drug you.
you don�t smash and break like you used to: now you erupt with boiling blood from inside and lash out with spits of poison. the snake/ the animal you fear the most does live inside you and your eyes burn.
i lie in my bed with what i have done i burned a hole in my wrist to prove it.
keeping you in your cage is torture and when you explode inside me i feel alive, unsafe and i pay.
