Just words

I'm wrestling with the continuous thought of my conquest in life. I'm tangled up in a mess, in the rebellion that has no right. I whisper Its name, I like to hear it loud,but it's only just an affliction. I say it real quiet , rebuttal it's name cause choices are addictions. I tower before it with no sense of ultimate measures. I'll hold this incredible force within me, a long lasting pleasure. I fought through the concept of this modified sense of direction I walked my way through the testament of my own infection. Can't save the soul that resents its own natural alignment. Can take a soul a make it whole by just bleeding behind it . I'll force the amount adrenaline that intrudes me inside The testimony of my own reaction, just never could subside I'm angry now my impacts result in hopeless manifestations I reach for people who don't achieve to resort in silent hesitations I'm not alone as I represent myself in all that has me raged I'll lock the trigger,and wrap up the urge,my burdens belong caged