I blow my brains upon this page,
so you may see my hidden rage.
Trying to keep the demon,
locked within his cage.

He screams and yells within my brain,
tearing holes and causing pain.
All of his horrendous howls,
are driving me insane.

So I grab a noun, a verb, and pray,
that this horror ends today.
He grabs a pen and starts to write,
everything I say.

Don’t cry for me when I am gone,
this feels so right it can’t be wrong,
You’re too late to stop me,
I’m already gone.

A verb slices my wrist and the nouns start to flow,
along with some adjectives, as I start to go.
I close my eyes and drift away,
hope you all enjoyed the show.