Pulled Pin

I cannot recall exactly when it occurred, but somewhere along the line, the hand grenade that is housed in my skull had its pin pulled. I suppose that the pressure produced by the activity of my brain has held the handle in place thus far. I suppose that it is still there preventing the delayed fuse from becoming delayed no more. The more and more I walk around, the more and more I feel it rattling around wanting to come free, wanting to do what it was intended to do. With each dead face that passes me by the threat is high, for their indifference and lack of attention makes my brain shake and roll about. Nobody knows that just behind my eyes is a very high explosive. Nobody cares. Why should they?

The devil Will Tap

Beaten and battered by a life so confused
Boy is the devil, the devil amused
Loss beyond coping and black in the night
Fighting and fighting and fighting the fight
The pride and the honor are lost in the fray
Humbled by God day after day
The devil is quite perfect in the things that he does
Mayhem and hatred he brings just because
Thank You Sweet Lord for giving him his way
For making me fight him day after day
I cannot beat him, he rattles my brain
My Spirit by God, keeping me sane
That is the Secret, I've been blessed to learn
That deep, deep inside me a righteous light burns
Ole lucifer would snuff it if only he could
If it were only on me, surely he would
I'll keep on enduring and taking his crap
For in the final struggle, the devil will tap