No Language

I guess I'm still angry
Still punching walls that look like you
I drop-kicked an old lady
She didn't do anything

There are consequences for inactions, too

No common words no language
I've no way to curse you and your burnt skin
Well, I'm still seeing red

Dropping excuses like dead skin
Ignoring bruises like children
And jumping out of every window left open
And catching every branch on my way down

No ornate tomb or unmarked headstone
I've no place to mourn you so I won't

And you know i'm still pissed
After a life tempestuous

And unless you can rise from the dead
I'll die like this