Blinking Caret

With tears in his eyes He stares at the cursor Wanting to type Fearing he will The feelings overwhelming Building in crescendo The urge to kill Not another person But the demons inside Not knowing the words To allow to the surface He watches in amazement As they come flooding out Each one brings peace As it escapes through his fingers But still, he suffers As his cascade of words Offend his very soul These are not the words of poems But a triad of word vomit Staining the screen before him Yet still he types To take away the pain Not wanting to stop To let out his soul To explain his thoughts Why he's about to do What he's not wanting to do This is the lowest that he's ever been