No Language

No Language - Owen

I guess I'm still angry

I'm still punching walls that look like you

I drop kicked an old lady

She didn't do anything

There are consequences for inactions too

No common words

No language

I've no way to curse you and your burnt skin

I'm still seeing red

Dropping excuses like dead skin

Ignoring bruises like children

Jumping out of every window left open

And catching every branch on my way down

No ornate tomb or unmarked headstone

I've no place to mourn you so I won't

You know I'm still pissed after a life tempestuous

Unless you can rise from the dead I'll die like this