sometimes you just want to spit venom

and make them eat the serum you give them

so they will stop with their ignorance

but they’re just sleeping people crying, trying to live a dream,

a sliver of feelings distorted by shows and news reported.

views contorted so it’s hard to tell the people asleep 

their dreams are failing, the ship is sailing, and they’re stuck in the deep

so the venom gets held back

till the apathy tips the stack

and even then i can’t lash out at those stuck in nightmarish sleep

because it’s not their fault i speak

in tones that refuse to be meek

it’s not their fault i would lay my head for their headsman to keep