I can’t do this
Thoughts like mist

a fist.
Fog.
My minds missing a cog

a clock.
My eyes are burning

Hurting
My thoughts are turning

stop.
My stomach

in knots

A rot
Inside out
all I can think about.

stop
Falling over me like a wash
Of molten lava
Melting me from the inside

Out.
Hot.

The Devil my master.

Monster

food for thought.
The heat you feel when the cold
Won’t stop
your soul’s been bought.

Hot.

Heat makes for

Heavy
Breathing.

Heaving.

Heave


Heaven.

Stop.