A feeling of rage bubbled deep inside me
A volcano ready to explode
I did not even feel it coming out on surface
Throwing my vitriol on your face
It was so spontaneous
It was bubbling and accumulating for so long
Maybe it was all the stress of the mounds of responsibilities piling on
The feeling of time slipping through my fingers as if sand
The need to run constantly talking it's toll
Mistakes of past catching up to my present
Every moment a constant hard work to keep up with others
Now it seems as if the sleep has abondened me
For my sin against you
My own mind and body against me for the scathing attack
I am awake as the stars reach the clear sky and then go down
Pondering on my foolishness
Words of apology stuck to my tongue
Like a half forgotten language
Just there and yet not there
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
A feeling of rage bubbled deep inside me
A volcano ready to explode
I did not even feel it coming out on surface
Throwing my vitriol on your face
It was so spontaneous
It was bubbling and accumulating for so long
Maybe it was all the stress of the mounds of responsibilities piling on
The feeling of time slipping through my fingers as if sand
The need to run constantly talking it's toll
Mistakes of past catching up to my present
Every moment a constant hard work to keep up with others
Now it seems as if the sleep has abondened me
For my sin against you
My own mind and body against me for the scathing attack
I am awake as the stars reach the clear sky and then go down
Pondering on my foolishness
Words of apology stuck to my tongue
Like a half forgotten language
Just there and yet not there