Purgation on High

Oh God-The scream-It's coming now-
It's been welled up for much too long
I'm bleeding on the keyboard
(I'll fry the circuits if I'm not careful)
Here comes that word-futility-
It's ripped its way into my mouth
(I swore I'd never use it again)
A mess, a tangle of complex emotions that I'd never once admit to
(I've got much too much sense for that)
Release me, Sanity-I've got better things to do...