No Language

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 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