tick tick tick
it gets more intense
the longer i dwell on the feeling
the repetition
i notice the patterns over again
the pain rises from the ground
like twisted metal
working into the soles of my feet
tearing me open as it grows inside me
then i snap out of it
look around the room
seconds have passed - hours have passed
it starts again
cutting pain fucking my insides
there is a way to break the cycle
i plunge a corkscrew down my throat
and bathe myself in bile
a new chain begins
as i purge the anger from my stomach
as i purge the anger from my stomach
as i purge the anger from my stomach
the intense repetition
will be the death of me
<Deleted User> (5760)
Thu 15th Jan 2009 09:37
Thanks, this is a bit of a running theme due to some past experiences of mine. I am very into anthropomorphism and my connection with animals and the earth (but I'm not a hippie). This is definitely something you'll continue to see if you keep tuned in. Thanks for commenting!