RecrudescenceA Poem by Maria27/06/12 01:27 pm
so bottled up, the tiniest trigger can cause an explosion
but this peculiar explosion does not release any steam it only adds to the load, heavier, stronger, overbearing will this not stop until the entire being is crushed beyond repair? - its quite a wonder, really, the sheer amount of this substance the human body could produce hot, heavy, drowning, suffocating let me breath, let me live - this is an addiction for the soul, not the body or mind now i am alone, the only way to take this for now i shall act, pretend, fake but soon i will release © 2012 Maria |
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