Dust

So I wait..
Yearning for the one time where I won't snap..
But hey, it'll end in fire..
It always does..

The shouldn't grow..
But it does..
The pain should stop..
But it doesn't..

I have no recollection of how it feels to be completely happy anymore..
It's always there..
Biting at the back of my brain..

Bringing me closer to the end it seems..

I still feel the horrors grip around my bowels..
Around my heart..
Tightening ever harder..

But I can't help it..




I never could

Reviews

[Dayran]

The plot thickens and it does that always before it reveals the work to be done. But watch out for that tall sister from Paris ... that's peristalsis for the uninitiated.