Hot Headz

Living inside of your own head is like,
Dipping your feet in a lake of fire while you watch them violently dissolve.
An inevitable implosion a Hot-Head cannot prevent,
Without a will to move forward instead of dwelling on a past already behind them…
But,
What is home if I’m not welcomed anywhere I go?
The only way is up after being such a downer for too long
Yet,
Four walls surround me with no where to go nor grow past the anger I threw on,
My sleeves!
A fashion I’m worn out by while I stroll down a street,
Laughed at like a joke my EX seemed to make me…
Or,
Maybe it’s really me.
My refusal to be!
What I was meant to become in the face of a Beast,
Who rung my bells enough to wake up and pedal my way out of a Hell I’m extinguishing,
With every bit of spit gathered while salivating for a chance to be free…
Freedom anyone one of us can gain,
If we choose to deter from the pain as a gent with a name worth salvaging.
Through a promise to get out of this cycle and roll with a bible,
Cleaning my mind with the Word!
And,
Make no one my idol…