Rage

trying to get outta this rage
i often bleed my thoughts to death
ask all the questions and revise the rest
i loop through the hole
forming loopholes with the whole.
the clarity of obviousness lies dumb and naked.
for it is i who longs to take it.
i cant recall what i fight with.
its like a secret i'll die with.
the dissolute soul mourns and silently weeps
seeking the truth for what it is.
i am a prisoner to a mind that guards its man.
I've no boundaries and i carry no lamb.