ABOUT TO BLOW:

My pen is my weapon,
 my paper feelin threatend....
aggression..... pours out,
confessions slip out,
I'm about to blackout.
There's so much in my head,
so much stuff that has gone unsaid,
A battle between heart and mind....
life and time.....
A victim of a victimless crime.
Thunder storms.....
Tsunami tides....
one push,  watch me divde.
10 loose cannons, pointed in your direction,
Real or fake, my mind makes no connection.
I'm about to blow....
loaded with no ammo...
not stable..... 
pissed at you and everything you stand for,
S***I can't stand it no more...
READY....
AIM....
FIRE....