Milk Poison

Calling out War

My heart is going nuclear. My mind is blowing a tornado.

The frustration builds in silence. The body is stepped on.

My being is screaming its existence.

No more, no more regrets. Survival is inevitable.

Life is worth more than this; time is essence.

I will not be tyrannized and I refuse to be oppressed. 

I’m jumping ship.

If Milk Poison doesn’t satisfy you, die by the sweet scent.

If Milk Poison doesn’t satisfy you, die by the sweet scent.

(via rachelolol)