Creeping up and into you such as an IV in your last hours,
How vain?
Taking over you like a trip to the twin towers,
Disaster and pain,
Anger precipitates precariously,
I’ll have you facilitate fearing me,
You’ll come to understand..
Why I use fist and not hand,
But really require hand and not fist,
Rather be slapped than to be kissed,
I don’t like ANYONE or ANYTHING,
But only for the seconds I stress-sing,
Migraine,
Pressure built up like a stainless steel kettle,
My pain,
Gruesomely painful – it’s an impaling stinging nettle,
Too serious?
Are you Delirious?
Even Eddie saw Red,
Like the fire I bled,
Who nose?
It’s the incensed head-pumping that causes flows,
Blood streaming full of anger,
Each droplet causing the direction to meander,
Anyone can now fall victim,
Stress blurs the logic to how you pick them,
The reason is not always the target,
And this is the match stick – the flame of problem, we spark
it.
Stressed,
You guessed!
What gave it away?
The absent stare aided by the twisted lips on display,
But one should never window shop,
Understand the bottom before you judge the top,
There’s always another angle to cover,
I need to be lifted to recover,
This cant be done sober,
Equilibrium is Mars and I’m the Rover,
Can’t stop until I find that, for which I am looking,
But in this state – one’s reality will forever be crooked.
Meditate.
