Someone help check my blood pressure,
For I feel my thoughts alongside my blood..
Have misplaced their functions.
I feel them both in my head,
As they each fight for dominance.
My thoughts are becoming overly dramatic,
In a cloudy way..
And my blood..,
My blood has exerted just as much pressure,
Even more than necessary.
In a fit to drown my thoughts in it's thick liquid.
I'm losing my touch.
I'm losing my cool.
I'm losing even the slightest of control.
I feel my will leave me,
As I try with all that's left to get them both,
To get them both balanced, just a bit.
Wrong move.
For I am reminded by the drum in my heart,
That it too could go rebel but just hasn't,
Yet.
There's no stopping them.
There's no stopping the rate at which my chest echoes the wild drum from my heart,
As the time draws near to "11".,
It is enough to fail my eye lids
As it too goes rebel,
Closing against my will.
My organs are failing me
My senses are slipping right past me.
I feel them all in what is supposedly left of my head,
But there's no stopping them.
They are rebels.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
SonstigesLife gets dramatic, and the only way to keep up with that much drama is putting them into words. Who knows, maybe one day you'll read the scripts and enjoy it.
