Chemicals, They burn inside of us
They overpower everything else.
They make our soul itch
They corrode away our feelings.
Everyone has them, more or less
But in some, They are all there is.
It reacts, it hurts but nobody sees
It's rage, it's was within us,
Everyone holds them,
maybe there's rage and there's war inside them too.
But how would we know?
We are being consumed by these chemicals .
They mix with our emotions and play with our minds.
They are the source of this red bullet eyes
They are the reason for this plastered smile.
It never stops, it's a horrific cycle.
It's evil, it's python.
Even if we scream, even if we shout
It still goes on without any doubt.
It stains our hearts and our brains
With sad memories and happy pain.
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Coruscate☄
PoesíaPAINTING IS POETRY which is seen but not heard. POETRY IS A PAINTING which is heard but not seen. -Leonardo Da Vinci . . . Coruscate (...
