i'm pissed

angered like a dog, i'm looking for the perfect grass to piss on, and i hope it's you. me has quitado el cerebro: taking mental space, unwarranted, permission not granted. leave. it is not likely i will stay angry because it's not worth it. your silence is brutal, killing the breath of my core. your mystery vexes my need to uncover meaning. you give me nothing and yet take everything. brain snatcher. i have a strong urge to say "fuck you" and mean it. but really, i don't care enough to. its just working my nerve at this very moment. i may call you, i may not, but if i do i may bite your ear through the phone, and i don't think your ready for that.