angryI'm crying
fucking crazy
hyperventilating
on the place where my head rests
vainly for sleep.
I need something
to dig my nails into
to scream and drag
To scream and drag.
Now my skin is on
Fire.
My eyes are burning
my stomach a knot
that will never undo.
Come to my room
and you know what I'll do.
I'm hurting...
...Uneedy.
Ripping and supressing
my flesh is hot
and my jaw is clenched
heightened and tightened furiousity.
And it felt so good
to scream and drag.
To scream and drag.
And it felt so good.
To scream and drag.
I never felt hate like I did last night.
2005-11-04 09:03 pm (UTC)
You poetry moves me as well because I know exactly what that feels like.
2005-11-04 09:08 pm (UTC)
Hmm, and yeh. I was definately livid that night... That's a side of me even I don't see very often. It's just... a grip of passion. And when you feel that ever emotion is hightened and almost... irrational...... but not irrational. I shouldn't rationalize, apparently. But yeh. This has strong emotion in it. Even reading back on it my stomach kind of does a death-grip.