Veins throbbing on the sides of my cranium, veins in my wrists calling out my name. Begging me for pain. Feeling kind of tender, built up with anger. Unpredictable and potent it seems, pain and fear polluting my dreams. Unable to express these feelings of hate, what I expect from my fate. Thinking a thousand thoughts in an instant, flowing freely, faster and constant. Colliding inside my mind and throughout my heart and soul, solutions to try to make me whole. Now feeling that something in my life is about to turn, change on the horizon starting to burn. The dance that twists and turns with what is destined, Death has turned it�s boney head and sharply grinned. The sight of those eyes burning in devilish glee, sends a burning flame inside of me. But will I escape what is to come, or will justice (at last) be done?
Poetic Penguin - 04.02.00 (12:39)