Its Not Over Yet

These thoughts make me sick
and there's not a day not walking into the darkness
Moments of grief, experiences, memories
everything pours in my head endlessly
I feel like I'm going to burst
And all my hatred & anger
Will come on sight
I will not know the meaning of the word mercy
And I know all this sounds pretty dark and negative
But I cannot feel the other way about capitalism!
This wills never going to be over!