turn the ac down, turn the ac down,
i've got something stuck, it can't get out; inside of me.
draw the bath with ice, draw the bath with ice,
something's telling me that i'm not gonna be very nice.
i don't know what it is, this sudden feeling sinking in.
all i know is that it's taking over, help me?
but do i want your help? maybe it was just a yell;
my reflex told me call for aid and i said,
"no, i'll take the pain."
all my life i've been too nice,
sat back, chewed on ice.
but right now i don't feel;
right now it is real.
watch for me, i'm coming,
don't look back, just keep on running.
i'll find you if it's right;
and i'll fucking take your life.
-
K.H.
july 9th, 2019.
Note: I originally wrote this one with a melody in mind. So while it isn't something i would normally keep in a poem poem, i still love the concept. I will probably work more with the idea in the future as well.
The title is something I made up on the spot as well, and is most definitely not the final one.
