Knuckles to a wall
Bone
Skin
Crushing
These things in all.
Reinforced, more damage
Adding frustration to a fucking rampage.
Heated stiff
Blood Boiling
Inside noise riff
If there were no self control on days where the clouds softened.
Red Fog.
Relapse.
When numbness showed it's absence.
Then there be no unharmed.
No undamaged.
Whether it is my flesh or the windows in this stuck and aged.
What am I to become, when I feel consumed in this bitterness and rage?
gaining Pressure
unwilled Heave
Slight Tremble
rolled-up Sleeves
White knuckles
Cascading Unease
Sharp undesirable.
No red lines
Lightness fading, miserable.
Unpayable fines
Not what I want,
To make wrong, worse.
If it's what I can't take back,
Then I wish to hold that.
No harm done.
Except imaginative blood bath
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The Sad, The Happy, The Mad; The Everything
PuisiCollection of words, writings, poems and random things. Blahblahblah ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ 《》- Darker mood ◇ - Bittersweet/Mellow mood They are older than the ones without symbols.
