Some undead song in your soul
carved with knives rusty and old
glimpsed in fear and frustration
crawls out now: too impatient

They scream in turmoil all who dread
these tattered thoughts from your head
and yet you must release this pain
no matter how long these chains

So drag forth anger and all your grief
to air out a moment and find some relief
Whip the subject of your restless sorrow
and then rebury it until tomorrow

Deep it sits upon the central mind
ever throbbing to the heartbeat of time
Laying the foundation for the next line
You have to write to just unwind